Welcome
precious one. We are glad you have made the decision to walk this
journey of “Being Restored to Joy.” Our group is open to
male and female adults. As I write, often I will remind us of the
qualities God gave us – like precious or special – and I've been
told that men believe this word is not for them. Please don't stop
reading for you are on the right trail.
The
hike towards True Joy covers rough terrain, changing weather,
along with challenging relationships. Our group is open to those
hurting, healing, and hoping. Having the full armor of God on; including the Sword of the Spirit, our Bible; will ensure we are
prepared with God as our guide. Scriptures, as I blog, will be in the
New International Version (NIV). "Even
though I walk
through
the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your
rod and your staff, they comfort me." (Psalm 23:4
NIV)
- As we start down the trail, let us begin to introduce ourselves.
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- Watch for the next trail marker (post) to learn a little about me.
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| Chaco Canyon National Monument, New Mexico |
2 comments:
Hey! maybe I'll figure this out. I have had at least two people ask me if I was abused... to which I reply, No. I was born and raised in a Christian home,and I'm married to a godly husband. Recent fb articles on trauma victims and detachment have given me a few hunches. In spite of all God's blessings, I detach from everyone (except for strangers. Does that make sense?)
I may not have been abused, but I was raised with an absent father (who did live in our house.) We have since found out he had a thyroid imbalance... and we have a hunch that he was autistic. He was very controlling (even by not being present) and didn't handle change very well. He boxed himself in and rarely ventured outside his box. He lived in that self-imposed security box until two months before he died at nearly 90 years of age.
So, I grew up learning to not "rock the boat." But, I am someone who does "rock the boat." I've been hurt, I've been rejected... I've even learned to carefully open my mouth (took 50 yrs.) And, I build walls which I am slow to tear down. I hold people at arm's length. And, I've become a cynic.
I've been on this path for a lifetime. I'm glad that I've had a Good Shepherd to go with me through the valleys. My Good Shepherd has gone out in the desert to find and bring back His lost sheep. He has never let go of my hand.
Welcome mama Barr. Proud of you for learning to open your mouth and tearing down the walls. On this hike, I am here even if you hold me at arm's length.
Praise God that He is with us through this journey holding on to our hands. I am here to join hands with you no matter what the past was or wasn't. We are on our way to the future of JOY.
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