Sometimes life hurts. Seasons of sadness are inevitable. Sometimes your heart becomes wounded to the point where it feels like it can beat no more. Nevertheless, it keeps beating desipite your your circumstance. In that moment, the steady beat is given to you as a reminder that life and resilience exist within you. The beating … Continue reading Wounds that empower…
What you find below is my confession to a bundle of personal practices that have caused many pain and heartache. So here it goes……
I was aware of her traumatic childhood. I was also aware of how it had impacted her life. Her father was extremely abusive to her mother and to the family. In fact, she bore a small scar near her eye from a brick that her father had flung at her when she was little. Her experiences caused her to be abrasive in her interactions at times. She could be distrusting of people and it took a while to gain her trust.
“Hey John,” he said, “You get picked on a lot, at school, don’t you?” For a moment I paused. I wasn’t sure how I wanted to answer his question. If I chose to be honest, maybe he’d show some compassion. But in my fourteen years of living, I came to understand that compassion was not an adverb that was commonly used to describe teenage boys. If one existed, he would surely have to be placed on an endangered species list.
Many of us become accustomed to the pain that we experience after a traumatic experience.-After time passes it is difficult to part from what you have come to experience as "normal."-Nevertheless, in order for you to grow, you must learn to "let go."-You must release your grip on your pain in order to heal.-It is … Continue reading Healing from pain
In big cities, teens have the option to apply for jobs in fast-food, retail, & clerical offices. Although these positions may be a far cry from a desired career, they offer a luxury that teens on the farm don’t have, air-conditioning.
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Explaining that you are experiencing grief over something that you’ve never had is a hard thing for many to understand. However, this is my reality, and it’s one that becomes more intense as the years pass me by.
I’ve come to terms that God created me this way for a reason. There is a reason why no two fingerprints are alike. There is a reason why every snowflake has its own design. God didn’t intend for us to all be cookie-cutter replicas....
Here I am, struggling, but choosing to live the best life that I can, despite my circumstances. Here I am, grateful for everyone, and everything, that I do have. I am appreciative of the many, many blessings provided just for me.