Remember the story Coorie Ten Bloom told about being thankful for the fleas. If you haven’t read her book, you need to. Anyway, her sister and Coorie were in a concentration camp at the time. Her sister said we need to thank God for the fleas. She couldn’t find a reason to be thankful for fleas. Sometime later they discovered that the Guards were raping the women, but would not come near her and her sister because they were infested with fleas. God can take the most irritating things in our life and use them for our good. We can’t see what is ahead of us. I was trying so hard to be thankful yesterday and then one more thing happened. So now I am just saying, God I don’t understand it, but I know you do. Trying to be thankful anyway and it sure feels just a bit lighten.
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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