I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you.
Hope! It is the very essence of my life that abusers could not take from me. Against all odds, I maintained HOPE.
H appiness gained through the belief that something good is coming.
O ptimism when the rain seems to not end.
P ositive outcomes will happen.
E ternally grateful that God will not leave my side.
Metaphorical Gunpowder: When I have a childhood memory why is it called a “flashback.” When someone else has a childhood memory — why is their memory called a “memory.”
For me to carry on in life like I am not forever broken, I need to value the same human experiences the guy next to me has.
So, last week when I was bathing and remembered the bloody water that surrounded the murdered woman in the bathtub in that motel room in 1968 — I choose to carry it with me simply as a “memory.” I don’t want to call it a flashback — unless you call your old memories “flashbacks.”
Leave your jewel, a gem or something you kept yourself free from with metaphorical gunpowder.
Remember, the only scars in heaven will be the ones on Jesus! Life does get better.