Wow, it's been a while. Since my last blog on 8-9-17, so many tragedies have taken place around the world. But in the midst of these tragedies, people are uniting to help one another. The color of their skin, their political stance or how much money they make is not even in the equation. That's the way it should be.
Here in the Pacific Northwest because of a senseless act, our gorge area is forever changed. What used to be a sight of beauty and awe, is now a sight of devastation. The last I heard over 30.000 acres have been destroyed along with three houses, thankfully no loss of life.
Ash fell in our neighbor hoods, and people with heart and lung conditions had a difficult time. With the smoke being so heavy our surroundings looked eerie, a sense of heaviness filled my heart. I can't even imagine how Texas and Florida are feeling.
The Book ~Behind closed doors ~ due out spring of 2018, is coming along, proceeds will go to help victims of abuse. I have spoken with a few of the people writing their stories. One person, in particular, has been sharing her story with me, even though I knew some of it, hearing more and knowing she mentally survived, I am so thankful! I don't have adequate words to describe how I am feeling.
A few the of the people writing their stories have had to step back and take a mental break, reliving abuse opens the door for those memories hidden to resurface. Even though confronting that hidden memory brings healing, bringing it to the surface also bring back the pain of the abuse.
Everyone has their own way of dealing with the hurt and pain of abuse, what ever form of abuse is endured. Some tuck it down inside so deep that it becomes a lost memory, too much to bear. Some turn to drugs or alcohol, anything not to feel the pain of their reality. Some ignore or deny it not wanting to be a statistic or to face the pain of reality. I personally turned to God, even though I viewed Him as a hard task master because my dad raised in the hellfire and brimstone doctrine.
One thing I have found to be true, if the abuser is the person's dad, that person will view God the Father in the same light. He will take the wrap for what our earthly father has done.
That's exactly what I did, I thought Father God was mean because I was alway's threatened that He was going to get me if I did something wrong, or something my dad thought was wrong. Thankfully, through hard times in life, God was to show me He was the total opposite of the God I was raised to know.
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Blessings!
Tammie
