I’ve made the choice to delete all my old post. Many got to know intimate details of my life but I had no identity. I started writing because I was hopeless and didn’t know any other way to cope. I have moved beyond and I’m back..
I’m still working on forgiveness. I know that everyone is born pure. I think ‘The Monster’ was attacked by evil spirits early in his life. I don’t know, maybe some people are magnets to that and have to fight hard to keep them away. He didn’t have a very christian upbringing leaving him vulnerable. How I can say his name and the word vulnerable in the same sentence is beyond me. This is the only way I know to move forward.
When I had broken bones or my children saw him hurting me is what I call vulnerable. A little child that knows nothing other than what they’re formed into is vulnerable. We survived and we are who we are today because of it. God never gives us more than we can handle. I’ve questioned this for so many years but kept faith that is was true.
I use to sit in my flower beds pulling weeds for hours back then. I was hopeless and mad at God. I thought he turned his back on me and the entire time I had turned my back on him. He is always here, he is the spirit inside us.