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

Poached Tears

When I came back from working the afternoon Weight Watchers class, I found the house empty. In my ordinary life, Ron would have had a pot of potatoes on the boil and some kind of beef (his preference) on the BBQ. I’d push for a vegetable and maybe a salad and we’d each eat a little of the other’s choice, secretly grateful for our own.

But today, there was silence and me. As women do, I’ve been eating the stuff in the fridge that is close to expiry date or that has been sitting too long. I decided on poached eggs. I like them; Ron didn’t. An egg meal meant I’d cook his scrambled or whatever, first….not because he demanded it , but because that is how women love. We feed others and then ourselves. That meant that my meal tended to be on the cool side. I didn’t notice nor really care..

So I poached up those eggs. They were the best I’d ever eaten. Hot, seasoned perfectly. And I cried, because I’d willingly eat cold eggs forever…if only I could have my Honey here.

Brenda J Wood

http://heartfeltdevotionals.wordpress.com

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Brenda J Wood

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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

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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

Scribbles From your Brain (and Mine!)

–and the heart and the emotions and the pain and the—–whatever. That’s what journaling is.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone will be able to read, let alone understand my thoughts as I wrote them. It doesn’t really matter, because those pages fulfil their original purpose. They help me remember where I was, the difference God has made in my life and the places He wants me to go.

When I read that journalling was a key to freedom from sexual abuse, I started writing immediately. My journals (about 35 now!) are the place where I tell the truth to myself and to God and in doing so, I find the real me. They walked me through painful abuse issues to healing and acceptance.

What about you? Tried everything but? Why not give pen and paper (or online journalling) a chance.

Brenda J. Wood

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The Fellowship of Devotional Bloggers!!

I am pleased to announce that my blog www.heartfeltdevotionals.wordpress.com

is now a member of

The Fellowship of Devotional Bloggers!

I am almost speechless and those of you who know me realize what a miracle that is!!

To follow the site, click on the logo to the right of this post and say and say Hi for me!! Brenda Wood

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Childhood Abuse Makes Us Sick

Who needed a study for this?  Apparently childhood physical abuse increases our chances of heart disease by 45 percent.

Good grief. We already know from personal experience that ‘it’  destroyed half our life, mutilated most of our relationships, caused eating disorders and left us in depression. We know it slowed down our careers and made us what we wanted never to be.

I never wanted to be so overcome with fear that I couldn’t face more than three people at a time without hyperventilating.

I didn’t want to shove in 50,000 to 80,000 calories at one sitting. I never wanted to spend the most active part of my day getting rid of that food.

Now we have to ‘swallow’ this as well? No wonder we struggle with being ourselves. We are not!  Even worse, the weasel(s) that did the unspeakable  to us went blithely on to do it to dozens of other children.

Aren’t you angry? Doesn’t it make you want to scream?

It does me. Thankfully, someone told me about Jesus, who died for me and rose from the dead for me. All I had to do was ask forgiveness and ask Him into my life.You can do the same.

Jesus helped me to rise out of the muck. If He hadn’t given me survival hope, I would be dead from my own hand.

Are you still stuck in those past deeds? It is not your fault. You are innocent!

It is never too late to tell someone. Speak up! Be brave and save another 100 or more children from the scum that happened to you.

Brenda J. Wood

http://heartfeltdevotionals.wordpress.com