Originally posted on Healing After My Husband's Affair:
Throughout my process, I’ve found other betrayed spouses and started following their blogs too. Everyone is different. Some are angry. Some are forgiving. We all have our good days and bad days. Today, I found this little tidbit on one of those blogs. So wise. What I love most is that this is not only… Read More You can conquer anything
Flashback to July 6, 2012 … It rained tonight. In fact, it was a torrential downpour. My friend Emily had scooped me up to take me out for a much-needed girls’ night, and as we drove through sheets of water, the gutters began to overflow and mini-rivers gurgled down the drains around us. Enormous bursts… Read More Dancing in the rain
My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me. I cannot choose the colors He weaveth steadily. Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow; And I in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper And I the underside. Not ‘til the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly Will God unroll the canvas… Read More The Master Weaver
Flashback to … April 16, 2012 (just after I left my ex and moved to Richmond) Do you remember when you were little, how being dizzy used to be fun? Maybe it wasn’t that way for you. But it was for me. My brothers and I used to play at it. We always seemed to… Read More Lost in the city
“One weekend my girls and I took a drive together. We passed through acres and acres of farmland. My eyes were drawn to the overwhelming number of dandelions that had taken over the fields. The green landscape was dotted with a mixture of bright yellow flowers and white, fluffy balls of seeds. We had spent… Read More The parable of the dandelion
“Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he’s been robbed. The fact is that most putts don’t drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to be just people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are… Read More Workin’ on the railroad
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