Today the TV closed caption declared cremini mushrooms to be criminal mushrooms. And I wasn’t even watching a murder mystery! Wow, I’ve been eating those mushrooms too! Are they safe? Should I be afraid?
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.
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Brenda J Wood
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.
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…
So do you? Take care of yourself, that is? Here are some of Sheila Wray Gregoire’s comments on the topic.
Perhaps you’re reading this post thinking, “I wish I could worry about being too busy!” Don’t worry; the time will come. And like I said, the busy-ness does not all have to do with speaking. If you can see you have a busy personal time, just don’t take engagements then. It’s not worth it, and you’re far more likely to become ill and run down.
You can find the rest of Sheila Wray Gregoire’s comments here http://christianwomensspeaker.wordpress.com/2010/05/27/staying-healthy-when-you-speak/
Who knew? I thought I needed to pour out my life to God and that included setting aside everything to speak, no matter where. No matter if it was a family grad, or a funeral or a celebration of some kind.
No? Why didn’t you say so sooner , Sheila! Where were you when I needed you?