A few days ago I stopped at Fred Meyer’s, my favorite grocery store. It was so crowded some of the aisles were impenetrable. People were rushing their carts about everywhere I looked. It took an awful lot of patience to finally get the items I needed. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Feeling Alone
There’s so much I wish someone had been there to tell you when you were a small child, and in your teens. Since no one seemed to care much what went on in your life then, I decided to write to you to tell you what I would have told you at eighteen years of age. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion.
First of all, you aren’t worthless and you aren’t a failure. No. You. Are. Not.
You are lovable, you are lovely, you are loved! Continue reading
wonder why God even created you?
‘…For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well. Continue reading
“What? Well, what does it say?”
“It is shaped like a dog biscuit and it says, ‘The more people I meet, the more I like my DOG.'”
He laughed. “That’s a good one. Why do you want me to talk you out of it?”
“Because that’s exactly how I feel right now, but don’t think we need the plaque. So talk me out of it. Juts say something like, Honey; we don’t need one more plaque.”
“Are you withholding sex from your marriage? A man needs to have sex every 72 hours, and if you are not available that could be one of the reasons why your marriage is having such problems.”
I sat in the chair with my mouth dropped open to this pastor’s counseling words, and left the office more dismayed than when I entered it. I could not believe his preposterous statement. We had been attending the small church for over a year and it had taken me some time to get comfortable enough to go to the pastor for help. The pastor agreed to “counsel us” but after I left his office, I felt very little hope.
I had unwittingly signed up for an abusive marriage; the problems began almost immediately after the wedding. Though there was never any physical abuse, the verbal and emotional blows to me as a person were equally devastating, except unlike physical abuse; the wounding left deep scarring that seldom healed.
My expressions of feelings of despair and heartache were ignored and easily dismissed with.
“Hey, I’m perfectly happy. You’re the one with the problem.” Another time he said. “I don’t know what your problem is, I don’t beat you.” He did emotionally!
Of course he was happy. He was the one doing the lying, cheating, drinking, gambling, manipulating, controlling, criticizing, partying, ignoring, avoiding, abusing and oppressing. Continue reading
In Exodus, God has shown the children of Israel that not only He’s there with them, but that He is a Mighty God. Because of Pharaoh’s rebellion, He has steadily pummeled Egypt with unbelievably supernatural plagues. Here are a few: all water is turned into blood, their homes and land are obscenely overrun with frogs, locusts devour their crops, boils afflict them, and finally the death of their first born sons.
Throughout the ten supernatural plagues that ravage Egypt, the children of Israel go untouched. And though some of Pharaoh’s magicians duplicate the first few plagues, they cannot remove them or duplicate the rest.
If all of their water is turned to blood and the place is overrun by frogs, why on earth would the magicians cause more grief upon themselves by adding to the problem? Hmmm. Just curious. Continue reading
I don’t know why I didn’t figure this out sooner!
I use shampoo in the shower!
When I awash my hair, the shampoo runs down my whole body.
Printed right on the shampoo bottle label is this warning.
“FOR EXTRA BODY AND VOLUME.”
No wonder I have been gaining weight!
Well, YOU BET I got rid of that shampoo!* Continue reading
For as the heavens are high above the earth, So great is His mercy toward those who fear Him; As far as the east is from the west, So far has He removed our transgressions from us. As a father pities his children, So the Lord pities those who fear Him. For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.
Psalm 103: 11-14
I sat in the living room, my eyes glued on the clock, with tears streaming down my face. My fifteen year old heart had been broken by a super cute boy named Joe. I had been stood-up for the first time. Joe had not called or shown up for our date. This happened during the seventies when cell phones and text messages had not been yet dreamed up.
“What are you crying about?” my mom said.
“Joe did not show up or call. He was supposed to be here at 7:00 and it is now way past 7:30!” I said, tears gushing.
“Pshhh! “ she smirked, “You think that is heartbreak—wait till you get older and find out what heartbreak really feels like.” She walked off to her bedroom. Continue reading