Me Too

Why don’t women tell? Because no one listens; because you get blamed; because almost all of us have been there; because people in power think they have the right; because when you tell people they don’t want to face their own truth.

My book, Meeting Myself, Snippets from a binging and bulging mind addresses what happened to me and the aftermath effects in my life. The latest news on this topic affects me all over again. This heinous crime harasses for a moment of time and then lingers for ever.

Meeting Myself—-review

Every author wonders if readers will get the message. Pure joy floods our heart when they do…

My Dear Friend Lynn just read Meeting Myself, Snippetsfrom a BInging and Bulging Mind. Here are her thoughts. I’d love to read yours as well.

Hey Lady!!!   Read your amazing book, cover to cover when I got home and have been trying since then to find a way to express my multitude of emotions.  First I want to tell you how brave I think you are to be willing to share your journey.  My heart aches for the child you were and the adult that you became as a result of the abuse you suffered. I cannot imagine the strength it took for you to survive the pain you must have felt.   I remain in awe of your faith and the courage it must have taken to let go of your pain and anger. The testimony this book provides must surely be a blessing to everyone who has the privilege to read it.  Thank you for sharing it with me.

Love you
Lynn

 

 

Meeting Myself Info

Click on this link and find all the latest about my new book…

I am blessed to have comments from award winning authors, Nikki Rosen and Michael Bull Roberts on the back of the book!

Meeting Myself will soon be available in several types of E books as well!!!

 

https://www.greatcanadianauthors.com/authors/113

Meeting Myself-the read

I didn’t want to….I couldn’t make myself do it….too busy crying from the minute it arrived at my house.

What’s that? Didn’t want to read my own new book? Cared not to see the words in actual print? No. Read it 100 times while writing, editing, preparing for book launch.

Worked myself into a frenzy of grief from 2:00 when it arrived, till 7:20 pm…..ate plenty to ‘comfort’ my heart. Here is news again for all…your drug of choice does not make your heart happy….

Anyway, finally at 7:20 common sense reared its pretty little head once more —-because the icecream was all gone—-and I picked up the book and opened to the dedication page.

For Ron, who walked with me every step of the way.

Ron read Meeting Myself: Snippets from a binging and bulging mind. Then I sent it into the Word Alive Press contest last summer. He died shortly after that and then a week or so later I got the winning news.

And the thought came to me that Ron knew that his job was done here. He’d seen me safely into healing and completeness. He knew that I knew that God has made all things in me well. He knew that bulimia and its related attacks had no more power over me. He knew I had the strength to carry on because I’d found the Christ, the truth of all life.

And then I realized that I’d better live like it…….

A Binging and Bulging Mind


Here is a sample from my new book–Meeting Myself, snippets from a binging and bulging mind…..soon to be on the shelves

Luke 6:27, 33But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you? Even sinnersdo that. (NIV)

When I read verses like this, I knew that God expected me to forgive my (now dead) abuser. And I did. But when He told me to go to the cemetery, lay hands and flowers on the tombstone to complete the job, I balked. Some 25 years passed. Circumstances placed me in that graveyard and God spoke the same words to me again.

Body trembling, I forced myself toward the memorial stone. Aloud, I prayed forgiveness for him and healing for me. “God,”I said, “I am sorry. I don’t have any flowers.”I turned to walk away and found two silk flowers lying on the path I had just entered. “They’ll blow away, Lord,”I said, “but I’ll put them there anyway.”Then I noticed two small holes, equally spaced, at the stone’s base. I put the mauve flower in one. The mauve stood for mourning, for surely God mourned with me in the midst of sins committed against me. I put the white one in the other opening. White, for purity, because He had made my heart pure by wiping it clean of all bitterness.

Dear Ones, let us not postpone when God tells us to do something, for in that something lies our healing.

Finished! Finished! Finished!

Can you guess? It is FINISHED! My new book, Meeting Myself, Snippets from a Shattered Mind is on its way to agent Kelly Mortimer.!

It’s  hard to write about what pains you. It’s hard to tell the world about your addictions. It’s hard to face the truth about yourself….but I did it!

Abuse? Bulimia? Recovery? It is all in there and soon I hope it will be in your hands to read…..

Now I am going to celebrate by having a hot bubble bath. We’re snowed in and I gave up chocolate—so my celebration is low key for the moment…

If you like you may celebrate with me by signing on to my blog and leaving your congratulations.

Brenda J. Wood

http://heartfeltdevotionals.wordpress.com

 

Calling all Abusers!

I’ve been a little remiss here..blogging by the wayside so to speak. I am knee deep, well it’s about waist deep right now…in my new book.

Meeting Myself is a memoir of my life as a bulimic, recovering and otherwise. This means pawing through tons of mind garbage that I’d prefer not to revisit.

When I am not writing it, I am thinking it. YUCK. Do abusers ever care that they leave a shattered person behind them? I doubt it. If they did they would

never abuse.

I am calling all abusers to cease and desist.

We the abused are giving fair notice. We will NOT take it any more. We are declaring our minds to be God’s property. We are declaring our bodies as His.

Touch us at your peril!!!The Bible speaks about you..oh yes it does…in Matthew chapter 18

6But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.

7“Woe to the world because of the things that cause people to sin! Such things must come, but woe to the man through whom they come! 8If your hand or your foot causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life maimed or crippled than to have two hands or two feet and be thrown into eternal fire. 9And if your eye causes you to sin, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life with one eye than to have two eyes and be thrown into the fire of hell.

Lord give us, the abused children of Your world, your grace and your healing and Your peace. Grant a sensible mind to those who abuse so that they might be willing to walk  a new life that  no longer includes abuse of the powerless.

Brenda J Wood

blog:www.heartfeltdevotionals.wordpress.com

About Me

About Me

Just a regular gal, a recovered bulimic with a sense of humour, and lofty ambitions about writing great stuff that encourages people to fall in love with God.

I often speak for women’s’ retreats, church functions and Stonecroft Ministries.

Contact information: brendawoodauthor@yahoo.ca

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Secrets

Don’t you just hate having to keep a secret for someone? Me too. I have a post scheduled for September 7 and I can’t tell you what it is.. Now will I be able to keep my mouth shut until then? Bets anyone?

The trouble with secrets is that we keep the ones we should be telling. You know the ones.  The ones that sound like this: I was abused as a child, my boyfriend hits me, I have an eating disorder, I take drugs,I am a senior and my children are cruel to me. I could go one but there really is no need.

Speaking out on secrets like that means that we have a chance to get well.

When I confessed to an eating disorder, over time I was able to recover. That brought out another layer….childhood abuse.. and I am well on my way to health. Choose life, dear friends. Sometimes that means telling secrets.

Brenda J. Wood at:

www.heartfeltdevotionals.wordpress.com

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Hot or Not?

Hot or not? True love is a Flame! That’s the title of the new Bethany House Book. Page 112 tells the story of ‘The Irresistable Orange Coat.’

I bought that orange coat with our farm tax money. Young and foolish? Certainly. Sorry for ever after? Absolutely. Many a marriage has gone down the drain for less.

What made the difference in ours? Yes, my hubby is tender-hearted. Yes, he loved me more than the tax money.

However, before our marriage, we consciously decided that the word divorce would never cross our lips. We were in it through thick and then. Ron suffered through episodes like the coat while I suffered through episodes of shame and personal unforgiveness.

Ron suffered through sleepless nights when I woke screaming after nightmares of childhood abuse.

I could continue with my list of personal failures. Yet if you asked Ron who got the best deal in our marriage, he would tell you that he did. Go figure.

That’s what forgiving love looks like. Each one wills to forgive the other. Each one loves the other just the way they are……and helps them grow to a new, healthier place.