You can feel free to ignore my tittles if they confuse you. Have you felt the weight of burdens lately? So much is happening that it definitely feels like being stuck underneath something heavy. I lost a friend to cancer. My mother lost a friend to sudden infection. (Not CoVid) The sheer weight of all the things I am trying to pray for is overwhelming. I spend some time reading my Bible and all the verses were not only reminders that God is able, but that His way is perfect, and I should ask for what I need. I struggle with the why them? Why not me? Why am I still here? I’m not special? I haven’t even figured out how to have successful relationships with anyone that doesn’t HAVE to love me. So I guess maybe that’s why. He’s not finished yet. He still has things for me to do. I do feel His love and that has to be enough. I can’t become what someone else expects. I am focusing on listening to God and what He wants me to do. I am pulling away from harmful relationships. I am seeking guidance for next steps. My voice is damaged right now, but that’s okay. I am God’s vessel. He decides what happens with my instrument.
I am starting my own blog to reduce my boredom and give me a place to put my thoughts. Recently some people I know put some very difficult words out for all the world to see. I have been chicken to do the same and now I want to set the record straight. I didn't talk to people from high school for over ten years. It seems so silly now. I found out recently that I'm not the only one who grew up in college and beyond. We aren't kids anymore so the past is just that the past. I'll admit some of it I don't want to remember, but we did have some fun times in high school. The truth is something happened to me that I was not at all ready to talk about so I just avoided people. I got married in 1998 to a really great guy I met in college. We were giddy and in love. We decided after nine months of bliss to have a baby. Why not? I was bored and we wanted one. That sounds terrible to say that, but it is true. Boom one month later I was expecting. Three months later Jo
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