No...my husband wasn't unfaithful. My children are all healthy. I was not involved in violence. I have not had major health issues. My hurt was heart related.
My heart was broken...shattered. By those who should've known better. I was treated badly. And they should've known better.
My heart was broken...shattered. By those who should've known better. I was treated badly. And they should've known better.
You might be thinking that I'm dramatic...a bit of a "hot mess". And maybe I am. But this is my hurt, not yours. And this thing that it's morphed into, has changed my perspective. It's changed the way I do things. It's changed the way I make friends and the level of trust I allow another person to stand on.
It's changed my relationship with the LORD. In good ways...and in some of the most challenging ways I've ever experienced as I've walked with Him.
Trust
is a much bigger word than I realized it was 6 years ago. And since that time, I've had to decide if I'm going to...trust others...
trust God.
I've had to decide if I'm going to stay on the island that I retreated to, so long ago. If I'm satisfied with that.
I told myself for years that it was safer on that island. That I loved being there. And my gracious heavenly Father allowed me to stay there for a time.And then He moved me. And that island wasn't enough.
