I have a long way to go in the healing myself from the inside out process. I feel the love of God. I don’t just believe it. It’s like laying in the sun and letting the warmth surround you completely. I am not responsible for other people’s reactions or issues with me. That one is huge. And shock of all, not everything that happened is my fault. I can brush that off and walk away. I can stop beating myself up for stuff I can’t even identify. Cause God still loves me. I am not a mistake, but His perfect design. Yes, every part that you think is broken, He has a purpose for. And for my close family who doubt it, Come as you are. Jesus knows who you are. He is the One who does the washing. You can’t do that yourself. Just come. Hugs.
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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