I’ve had a few arguments with people, but I never carry a grudge. You know why? While you’re carrying a grudge, they’re out dancing. ~Buddy Hackett~
Why is it that we do not remember what we learned over the last year? Why is it that we eat at Christmas like there is no tomorrow…when Christmas is all about the hope of tomorrow?
If you are struggling with your weight today… I encourage you to go to this blog http://manmeetsscale.com/ and listen to Jennie’s Story–she lost 300 pounds with Weight Watchers… and you will be encouraged beyond your eating.
Hugs to a smaller size…
Brenda J Wood
How Long Should I Grieve? (from Memory Bears by Bonnie. Follow Link below)
The answer to the question of how long one should grieve is as numerous as there are hearts that are broken by personal loss.
Grief, like love, will last your lifetime. It will be intense in the beginning, then as each day turns into weeks, then months, your grief will find a place in your life. As long as you live, you will remember your loved one…and you will grieve. (Bonnie)
—As I see it, I need not be ashamed of loving Ron so much that the grief doesn’t ever stop. I am not weak because I still cry. I am not a failure because I still love. And neither are you… Brenda J Wood
I am shocked and surprised and grateful to find that I’ve just been awarded the Inscribe Barnabas Fellowship. Words fail me!
Just when you think your life is made up of sheer survival, is boring and mundane, you find yourself designing and sewing a Perry the Platypus costume for a seven year old!
I hadn’t even heard of Perry. I certainly didn’t know what Perry looked like. Never mind say the parents. You can Google him. This is not much comfort. I can Google me too.
If you are in the same mess, watch for a Perry costume appearing somewhere under my googled name. Wow! What a credit to have on my resume!
Doesn’t God have the best ideas for shaking you out of your sad self, your staid comfort zone? You gotta love his sense of humour.
Psalm 30:5b-The nights of crying your eyes out give way to days of laughter (MSG).
If I can’t have life with Ron here then this life I am living is the next best thing. I am busy but content.
There are some who question my recovery. They wonder why I still occasionally cry. They only see the random drops that take effect without my permission. I wonder what they would say if they knew about the private ones. I will not apologise because I miss the love of my life.
I am making some headway in my healing. From the example of others in the same boat, I’ve learned to lean on God, take care to cook proper meals, exercise, reach out to others, go to an event or two alone.
I look at married couples who seem to thrive on bickering, insulting and back biting one another. I want to scream at them…some day you will regret this.
I look at those who are loving one another like Ron and I did, and I want to say…”yes, you have it right…but remember, one day you will be me. Nourish and care for one another even more that you do now, because some day, you too will be alone and wonder why you didn’t pour even more life into your marriage.)
I want you to know that whatever you are going through right now, you can survive it and even at some point begin to thrive again, because God is enough. Just over a year since my heart break and little by little, I am healing. The scars remain but if I don’t pick at them too much, I can get through the day.
When I started a ‘thank you’ page listing those who made this journey a bit easier, I ran out of room. They listen, let me cry, bring meals and invite me to events, pray for and with me. They read books on grief so that they can relate. They hug and write notes and e-mails, keep in contact one way or another.
But especially I thank those who already walk this road of grief. You know what it feels like to be alone, to feel unprotected, and to learn new skills and responsibilities. You understand when I say I don’t feel like I belong anywhere anymore. You set the bar for recovery
For instance, a cousin lost his wife about the same time. This week he made a point of eating dinner out at a nice restaurant. To his surprise he found lots of people eat alone. So that is my new goal.
To sum this all up, God is sufficient and He works through people. This verse says it all.
2 Corinthians 1:3-5-All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah! Father of all mercy! God of all healing counsel! He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us. We have plenty of hard times that come from following the Messiah, but no more so than the good times of his healing comfort—we get a full measure of that, too.
Prayer: Dear God of Healing Comfort, thank you for all you are and for your people who in so many small /large ways help others when they can…even in their own pain. For Christ. Amen.
I can’t believe it’s a year already. No one told me the journey would be so hard or that I would feel so exposed.
Jeremiah 10:19 -Woe is me for my hurt! My wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it” (KJV).
Perhaps other widows said something but if they did, I don’t recall their words. I do however remember the look in their eyes. That should have given me a hint. We who had been loved and cherished find ourselves suddenly uncovered; that is unprotected, exposed to the world because our man is gone. Thank God for the One who is willing to take up that stance for us.
Isaiah 54:4-6a- Fear not, for you shall not be ashamed; neither be confounded and depressed, for you shall not be put to shame. For you shall forget the shame of your youth, and you shall not [seriously] remember the reproach of your widowhood any more. For your Maker is your Husband—the Lord of hosts is His name—and the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer; the God of the whole earth He is called. For the Lord has called you like a woman forsaken, grieved in spirit, and heart sore—even a wife [wooed and won] in youth(AMP).
So my dearest Ronald…We rejoice with you as you enjoy heaven, even though our hearts continue to miss you. We strive to be the family you cared so well for, because you were always the beloved Husband, Dad and Afi we needed. You need not worry about us. God is covering for you…Love from Brenda and family.
Prayer- Thank you God that you are both Comfort and Covering for those struggling through grief. You can’t believe how grateful we are…In Christ. Amen
Don’t you just want someone to care a little bit about you? Don’t you want to vent just a smidge? I know I do.
Today I am not writing anything but simply asking you to tell me how you are.
Get it out of your system and you will feel better.
And I am not going to share it anywhere, but I will pray for you! Hugs.
Brenda J Wood- author & speaker
REVIEW of Meeting Myself by Author Iris Ford
MEETING MYSELF: SNIPPETS FROM A BINGING AND BULGING MIND
It’s not often you pick up a book and can’t put it down. The inner agony here is palpable. You will feel it as you read. The pace rushes on and you say to yourself, “Oh, what will she do?” The author has got you in her grasp, or maybe it is better to say – her bulimic despair has you up-tight, especially if you also suffer from the up-chucking that is actually clenching Brenda in its grip. Can you get rid of your despair that way, or any way? If this is you, hiding in there, then this book will grab you!
Brenda suffers agony and keeps it all to her ‘self’, upchucking down the pipes of the “white toilet”, trying to get rid of an unpleasant agony from childhood. “White” means pure, right? You read on and get the message: this is a struggle to be pure. Only God achieves that and He does as the book hurries you on. One senses the tug of war with God and one’s body. What to eat, or better put: how much NOT to eat, or even better, HIDE the food where no one else will find it until later, later, later in unimaginable places. The struggle goes on, and you read on and on, sharing her despair and secret.
Finally, the reader also shares Brenda’s approach to God where she thankfully finds healing and peace. But it is not over yet. God moves slowly as Brenda takes you along her every struggle until God fills her soul and body with forgiveness and peace. Yes, this is quite a book and if you know anyone suffering from this affliction do share Brenda’s story. Here is hope, forgiveness and a loving, forgiving, healing Saviour. Jesus also knows what a painfully suffering body is all about as His body took the brunt of all our sin, including Brenda’s.
Brenda is openly honest as she “Meets with herself, sharing these Snippets from a Binging and Bulging Mind”, showing the reader what it feels like to suffer from a bulimic disposition. Yet Brenda also brings children into the world and shares a loving relationship with her husband. How did she do it, you ask? Well, read on and find out. You will enjoy this book even if you aren’t bulimic. We all suffer from some kind of pain, whether in the body or mind – usually in both.
Reviewed by Iris M. Ford