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There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. 1 John 4:18
When you love someone, you protect them, stand up for them, they can count on you no matter what mistakes they make. Too many people throw that word, Love, around lightly, then when a big problem arises, they’re ready to throw in the towel.
In the past, I was guilty of this. I don’t want to throw those words around any more. I don’t want to tell anyone I love them, unless, I’m willing to back those very important three words up.
This goes for spouses, family, friends and Christians. Self professed Christians sometimes say those words way too much. If you gossip about someone, you don’t love them. If you give someone an ultimatum, you don’t love them. How could you? If you are ready to throw a relationship away at the first sign of trouble, well, that causes fear. That’s not perfect love.
So many times in the past, people have told me they love me, but when I did something they didn’t agree with, or didn’t meet up to their standards, they abandoned me. Left me high and dry. With nothing, but hurt feelings and distrust. Please don’t do that to someone. Love them with your whole heart. Stand by them through thick and thin. You never know when it could be the last day, hour or minute that you ever see them again.
I say if you if you use the words, “I love you,” PROVE IT!!
When I say I live my past, I don’t mean, “I live IN my past,” I mean, I LIVE MY PAST!
It happened within the last two weeks. An argument, upset feelings, argument gets bigger. Before you know it, your perception is off and you have tunnel vision. Something was said, or done, that took me straight back to a past relationship, a bad past relationship. Not only were things we were saying and doing like my past, but I was reliving my past. My guard came up, I put on my boxing gloves and went to war. When that happened, things that were said to me, were ten times worse than they should have been, because I just knew that I was right back in 2004, when my world was falling apart, therefore, in the present, my world was falling apart.
Why do we do that to ourselves and others around us? If they have lived that past with us, well, we just take them with us. Then when you try to go back and explain everything when things have calmed down, you look like you’re making light of what happened. I am much better than I was even a couple of years ago, but there are times I take a few steps backwards and then I have to try to keep myself from beating myself up for making a mistake.
I can thrive in life, excel, be so happy, if I will stop the cycle of living things over and over again. I do it to myself. I also think that I can handle life on my own, with no one or nothing to rely on. I can’t. I have to, for myself, lean on my Father. My Father, never lets me down. When I start listening and talking to Him, my life falls into place. When I don’t, everything goes to Hell! Believe what you want, live a miserable life blaming others and running in circles. Not me. I won’t do it any more. I like to love, laugh, hug and joke. I can’t do that if I’m miserable and always looking for the next shoe to drop. If you are looking for it, it will happen, that shoe will drop straight on top of your head.
Take a deep breath in the middle of bad situations, and reevaluate what’s really going on. And for goodness sake, keep others out of it until you absolutely know for sure that your life is going down that drain.
I used to worry on a daily basis, for example, I feel like I will die at an early age, or something is going to take my happiness away. Every ache and pain I had was the end of the world, then, I started counseling and depression meds, I found out the root of my negativity. Part the sexual abuse, part genetics. My father, from what I understand had emotional issues, I mean my biological father. A person can hear so many horror stories, that if you already have emotional problems, anxiety, and depression, every little thing you go through feels like the end of the world. After years of meds and counseling, plus my age, I am finally learning to take life as it comes, one day at a time. I mean, really, what can you do about sicknesses, or someone’s bad decisions? Nothing, you pray, put it in God’s hands and count every good day, blessing and calm hour. I have learned this the hard way. In my 20’s and early 30’s, I borrowed trouble, waiting for the next shoe to drop. That’s no way to live. I can’t and won’t do it any more. It’s time to live, enjoy life and enjoy my kids and my grand baby.
Let it go, stop worrying, relax and take a day at a time. you’ll feel so much better.
Lately, I have had so many mixed emotions. Happiness, (my Granddaughter), worry and anxiety (my daughters), Exhaustion (mental), emotional (getting older), confusion (how I believe).
My heart is about to explode with love for my granddaughter, it’s crazy, she is so perfect. She does have an attitude, but at 7 mo. that’s cute in Mi Mi’s eyes, LOL. Secondly, I wish I could take away the problems that my daughters encounter. It’s so difficult to watch your children suffer in any way.
I understand that I’m not going to be around forever, now.
I get sad, when I think of my mistakes, I am happy at the things I actually did right, and I get mad for justice that should have been served.
Last but not least, I know who my Lord and Savior is, but do these bible scholars, decons, church members, and so called Christians know?
FOOD FOR THOUGHT!
So many times in life, if you are a true mother, you pray and wish the best for your children. You give birth, change diapers, teach them, and so forth. You try to teach them right from wrong, and also try to protect them. As for me, I lie in wait for them to be taken from me, like I deserve to be punished. Why would I think I need to be punished, as if I have lived some horrible life, that deserves pain. I am human, and have had many heartaches, but the heartache of seeing my children in pain, whether it be health or other issues, sometimes is almost unbearable. I sometimes blame myself, like God must be punishing me. He doesn’t do that does he? Helpless, I’m helpless when it comes to helping my oldest daughter and her health issues. I hate it. I wish it were me instead. What can I do, but pray and hope a God, that honestly, sometimes I see as cruel, intervenes and heals her. I get so confused and angry. I don’t know what I believe sometimes. I do believe God is real, but I also believe that man has made some grave mistakes in the interpretation of things. I get so scared that I will lose the people I love, like I lost my daddy when I was a baby. Abandonment, I have experienced it any more than one way. I put up barriers to keep from getting hurt or disappointed. I never get excited about anything any more, I’m afraid to. Oh dear Lord, how I want to scream at something or someone. Punch someone, hurt someone. Instead, I cry and stare into space. I draw a blank.
Since I endured the childhood sexual abuse, I have many quirks. I don’t trust anyone, I feel constantly watched, I don’t sleep well, memories pop up out of no where, (whether it be the abuse or a bad experience with an ex), I feel the constant need for justice, (whether it be me or my kids), I hate someone making decisions without me or consulting me, I love being alone, I go through bouts of not wanting sex, I love to be in control, yet some people take that away from me, I don’t appreciate weak individuals, I appreciate privacy, I need affection, yet have trouble accepting it. I am very observant of those around me and can usually spot a poser. I believe in Christ as my savior, yet I know that there are things that just happen and there isn’t always and explanation. There are people I am loyal to, and feel the need to protect them. I am intolerant of some people and their constant need for attention. I have thoughts of hurting someone, yet, they are only thoughts, and it is just people that hurt me. Sometimes I feel religious organizations, (church or Christians), claim being changed for self gratification or to hide something, yet I love Christ. There are times that I don’t care what anyone thinks. I feel there are certain family members that do not understand me or my pain. I hate it when someone does not respect me or they break their promises. I don’t feel good about my personality or my appearance. I feel unworthy regardless of what it is. I feel like I am constantly judged, because people do not understand what I’ve been through. I feel robbed of my innocence and childhood. There are times that I would love to shut off my phone and ignore the world, or that someone would want to do something for me. I live with constant reminder that if my mother loved me enough, she would have turned my stepfather in. I feel that I am never taken seriously, and that people think I’m crazy because I am mentally ill, because of the abuse. I feel people are waiting for me to screw up or fail. I have thoughts of the abuse daily, yet cannot talk about it with anyone, because I feel they are tired of hearing it. I wish my mother would leave my stepfather, and be the parent that I deserved to have. I will be in counseling and on medication for the rest of my life. There are so many other quirks that I can’t think of or cannot put into words right now.
People just do not understand the effects of sexual abuse and those that are family, that have someone that this has happened to, they should do research and do everything possible to understand their loved one that has been abused.
Do you have any of these quirks? If so, chime in.