I am having one of my diverticulitis spells which means I am in pain and need to wait it out. I used to go to church anyway and would end up on the floor in the nursery. Did that quite a few times. I was expected to be there. My issues were considered imaginary. At least that’s how it felt if I ever tried to get some support. FYI your not supposed to talk about problems with your gut. Anyway, I realize that people wonder and we don’t tell them much because…already said. I am thankful it’s not that bad. I don’t have anything serious. I am thankful that my dietary restrictions have cut way down on these episodes. Yes, God is in control. Yes, I still thank Him. I so often wonder why? I get the chronic little irritants, but nothing serious. I face a little difficulty all the time, while others face Giant diseases and traumas. I guess God knows I need the little pokes more often rather than a big shove. He knows I had enough shove in my life and gives me so much tenderness. Which must mean He knows what everyone else needs too. “My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:19. Praying for my sick friends. Oh and you never have to pretend around me. Just be honest. Let’s bare each other’s burdens as God intended.
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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