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.

Blogging Truth

Thanks to Sheila Wray Gregoire, my blog is up and running! And I am writing stuff like this…

I came out of a life of sexual abuse, bulimia, nervous breakdowns, depression and unforgiveness. I didn’t realize that God loved me and that He was more concerned with the inner me than He was with the outer me. The Bible says that the Lord does not see as mortals see. They look on the outward appearance but God, God, looks on the heart (1 Sam 16:7B).

There is an old saying. When you have reached the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. A nervous breakdown was the end of my rope. But somebody told me about Jesus. Jesus ,who knew about my fears and my failures. Jesus-who loved me unconditionally. Jesus, who loved me so much that He died on the cross just for me. And rose from the dead—just for me! All I had to do was turn from my old life, ask Him to forgive me, ask Him to come into my life. And I did that very thing. After I invited Jesus into my life, I was a changed woman.

I had tried to stop the bulimia for 16 years. I couldn’t do it. Jesus gave me the strength to give it up. I learned that my depression was anger turned inward. And God gave me the strength to forgive my abuser.

Together…

We will explore the pain, the humour, the regrets, the recovery of a person with an eating disorder. Yes, that is me…recovering…not recovered in full…but steadily making progress.

As will you. Daily we will write out our prayers, our hopes and our aspirations. We will share our frustrations and aim for a higher calling beyond what we are into what we can be…