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An Easter Tribute by; My daughter, Kimberly

 

An Easter Tribute

By: Kimberly Bruce

 

A life that started in a virgin’s womb

And ended up buried in a borrowed tomb

Who was resurrected 3 days after the fact

With the tomb empty and the stone rolled back

Today we’re celebrating Jesus’ death

Because for us He gave His last breath

God’s only loss

Was when Jesus died on the cross

But He gave Him up because He loved mankind

No matter how faithless or how blind

The only One put into this world with a pure heart

Died so God and us would never part

Accept the gift and your debt is paid

The greatest sacrifice has already been made

God’s precious son has been slain

To free you of your bondage and pain

We are all sinful and we all fail

But Jesus was imprisoned to pay our bail

Abandoned, beaten, and abused

A bond with paradise is what He fused

He was condemned by the high priest

Was worth the most but regarded as least

He carried His own cross all alone

So for your sins He could atone

Full of loneliness and despair He turned the other cheek

Just to be slapped by the evil and weak

The Greatest King treated like dirt

He had more sympathy for others than for His own hurt

All they could do was curse and mock

The Shepard brought down by His flock

But He makes our sins look snow-white

In the darkness a ray of light

His faithfulness has been shown, it has been seen

We simply ask and our slate is wiped clean

The thorns were sharp and the whips did sting

But He died a Holy King

Hated by many, but by the wisest adored

Seated at the right hand of the Lord

Drink the wine and eat the bread

Because of you His blood was shed

The perfect, loving man forsaken

So our burdens could be taken

Not because of our righteousness, but because God loved us so

The only reason He could let His only son go

Now our destiny can be sealed

Our chains broken and the wounds healed

So lets thank the Father for the Son

For a life well lived and a job well done

Part One; “Just Where Is America Heading?”

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For all those who think they know, for those who have some idea and for all those who really don’t care: I’m here to say; “We’re in for as one of my good friends puts it,  A Hot Mess!”  Come on here people! We have an American version of Hitler at the head of the political pack and Socialists that what to give away more of what we don’t have. The formula is a plain as the nose on everyone’s face and as simple as learning to ride a tricycle. Yet, we have to push the proverbial envelope societal decay because we want God out and sex, drugs, a free ride and dark-side living and beliefs to rule the order of the day. Despite the obvious degeneration of  reverence for the God of the Bible Whom this country was founded on, the family, our schools, the government and a strong work ethic; which all by the way, were the attributes that contributed to a strong and thriving country known as America.

What exactly today are the men and women going in the military for? I’m sure there’s always been some degree of disbelief in God and the Bible by some service men and women over the generations, but to have a blatant unbelief in God and to put that uniform on is hypocrisy in it’s highest form. The country which these men and women are fighting for, the rights and freedoms they go to war to defend; Are laid on the solid foundation of the God of Heaven and His word! Our currency, you know the green backs that people can’t get enough of? Especially for free, based on todays standards of the work ethic and ones responsibility to be accountable and contribute to society, this valuable paper that the world lusts over says; “In GOD WE TRUST.” Here’s the plainness of these truths and the how simple it is to understand.

When people want to live on a steady diet of, “Get Out of Jail Cards,” your going to have a society and a world that is going to crumble and collapse. I did not write this blog with the intention of insulting or offending anyone. Likewise, I did  not write it as a precursor for entering a popularity contest. I’m not trying to be judgmental, act superior or think I have every angle on everything in the world. And the general manager of the universe, I’m not. But, I live in reality of history, God’s truth (especially in my own life, read my book!) and the obvious fallout and punishment that we have set ourselves up for as a nation. Economically we are worthless, we have spit in and slapped the face of God Whom this country was founded on and morally anything in anyway, shape, form or matter goes. If we desire it, even at the cost of our nation and very souls, we live hell bent for destruction for the pleasure and grandiosity of the moment. Life is Good!

I’ve no clue what God will convict my heart to write in the following parts of this blog? What I do know is I need Him and a desire to keep my eye upon the End, not the means. In his famous and rightly so country song, Tim McGraw’s; “Live Like You Were Dying” is so ever more true with the world we are living in today. Be ready, for no one, no, not one, knows the hour or the day of the return of Jesus Christ or the hour of his or hers death.

 

The Only Thing Different Is The Details!

In the words of Frederick Douglas; “It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.”

 

How disheartening it can be when we think about the many stages and challenges of life we have to endure from the time of our birth until our death. I was talking to a young woman the other day, who is very close to me and I could see a mountain of discouragement and despair in her countenance. After leaving her presence I was haunted by a feeling of guilt that I somehow failed her, because I was unable to ease her physical pain and feelings of loneliness. In such a busy and fast moving world, we can hardly keep up some days with our own lives and issues, never mind someone else’s! Later that evening when my husband and I sat down to dinner, as we were praying, God’s conviction overwhelmed me to call this young lady sooner than later.

Following God’s lead I picked up the phone with slight apprehension that I might not say the right things or somehow offend this young women. But, God simply assured me to say and do nothing more than tell the truth and be humble and non judgmental in doing it. In reality all I really needed to do was look at the present stage in my own life and reflect, and not very deeply, at the stages which I’ve passed through. I was able to identify with the place I knew she was at from my own experiences. Unhindered by the truth I could remember that place and time in my own life. Empowering me to touch a place in her core that needed company and satisfaction.

You see, regardless of the stage or our station in life, we hanker for and grasp to get back some part of our former years. Likewise, we often agonize over the pending years with fear for time and things for which we are not guaranteed. Youth can be a fun, yet nasty little time in ones life. As I explained to my young friend, when we are children we dream and aspire to be “grown-up.” Playing with baby dolls and wearing dress-up clothes we pretend to be mommy’s and adult women running a home. Then as we run full bore to that fanciful destiny, we often find ourselves feeling overwhelmed, challenged and lonely.  Straddling the bridge of adulthood and remorseful about an often hurried childhood can haunt many of our days, especially during child bearing and matrimonial years. Becoming a mother and wife is in and of itself a life altering experience. It is not only where two become one in marriage, but where the creation of more divides you again and again, depending on the number of children we have.

Our identities and how we identify with life itself, changes with each passing season we live. It’s when we feel we have nothing to hold tight to or part of something to go back to, like  family or a home that we feel more overwhelmed by our circumstances. This is when I say; “Come to know God as quickly and as much as you can even if you have a road to home that you can still travel back to.” No one ever shared these insights or any positive advice during the hard chapters in my life story, which made it harder for me to come to know and trust God. You see regardless of who we know, what we experience or come to believe in this life, it is from God that we all came and to Him we will all return. God is our eternal parent through His Son, Jesus Christ.

Alas at 50 years old, I shared the struggles that this stage in my life can bring. Now years removed from child rearing, the loss of parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and a sibling, and not without contending with the pain and despair that is often present from my younger years. Now only the fading details divide time into sections and the hunger for what was is still never totally satisfied, but our walk through life goes on. But there is hope and peace of making through it all lies ahead with one truth; that none, no not one of us are ever walking this journey alone. Destiny is fair in her own way to all that draw the breath of life. Remembering that God created our human and mortal soul to experience all that matters with grace and courage which is only possible through His eternal love and provisions. As they say in AA; “One day at a time,” this statement is true for every living human. In the end I was able to offer this young lady the security of my love and a home to come to, even if it was only for a day or night.

In closing I would like to encourage everyone reading this to stop grasping and lamenting for what has been. Instead bask and steep in the moment of what is, look upward and outward and see your present circumstance in all its beauty and security. Remember that raising children, just like living life, is a hands on experience and the only book to guide us is the Bible. If your not sure about what its saying or how to apply it to your life, ask a pastor, a counselor or a humble and balance Christian friend.  Unclench your tired sweaty hands from the things you struggle with and release them to the moment and to the hand of God. Be well, feel blessed and live in the moment of the day.

 

 

CHANGE

WHAT IS CHANGE?

It can be something we carry in our pockets, the seasons of each year, our status in life and last but not least, it’s often something we struggle with. I remember some years back when I thought, I could be college material, which by the way never did pan-out for me. We were asked in the English class to write a short piece on; CHANGE. Suffice to say my piece like much of my attempts at college work did not measure up to what the teacher was looking for. Back then I didn’t have much recovery under my belt,  and as one college teacher told me in front of the whole class; “Your bleeding all over the paper. I don’t know if your a good fit for this class” end of quote. Yes, I was wounded, angry and even regressed for a while. But, as another teacher of many years told me; “It wasn’t that I couldn’t learn, it was that she didn’t know how to teach anyone who didn’t fit her mold.” As much as I wanted to believe this instantly and grasp it like a life line, I knew deep in my heart that was only partially true. I was in fact still too close to my childhood losses and abuse to be able to write something that wasn’t a little over the edge and dark.

So, it is without further ado that I share some of my thoughts which go much deeper  on “CHANGE.” Here are some excerpts from a short story I wrote in 2010, called;  A WINTER OF CHANGE

Fred hated the winter months. He often said, “because of how they confine the soul, the earth and all that inhabits it.” With the warmer days of Indian summer gone, the doors and windows that were once open and provided a feeling of freedom and open space were securely shut. The mornings now brought little sunlight through frosty kitchen window panes. The bitter frost of late fall gave way to the stark reality that the old farmer had tried to avoid for years. He and his wife, Liddell, now in their late seventies were all alone. They had not seen their only son, Ernest, in almost twenty years.
The day he left home his father stood somberly on the front porch. His mother’s head hung low, as she used her soiled apron to catch the hot tears that kept welling up in her eyed. A voiceless cry of sorrow crept up in Fred’s throat as Ernest loaded the last suitcase into his old Ford truck.
(Years later, Ernest is returning home) As Ernest made the last sharp turn into the barnyard a light snow started to fall quietly over the pale brown hay fields. He felt like a stranger as he approached the kitchen door, and his prayers never ceased for the strength to bear his father’s unknown reaction to his return.
Entering the parlor where his father laid broken and bruised from his fall, Ernest suddenly realized that he held no less guilt than his father for not learning how to live. Grasping his father’s hand Ernest glared at the duct-taped crack in the parlor window. The cold blowing snow had seemed to become a comforter and not a confinement for their world. One provided by a loving God to be snuggles into, for a time of reflection and healing.

As we approach the spring of the year let us not only be joyful at it’s coming, but, grateful for the waiting and time of confinement of the last snarling winds and unpredictable storms of Winter. Learning to live and bask in each season of our lives as well as the year, is a gift indeed of really learning how to live and cherish all that each one brings. There will always be changes that bring loss, sorrow and pain. However, there is twice as much change for the majority of us, daily that comes forth with the dawn, the hours in between and as the evening shades show the lamp light at our days end.

God Bless You and Keep You Always,

Colleen Bruce / Maggie Miller

 

 

Between The Devil and The Deep Blue Sea

“There are just times in this life where you’ll be dammed if you do and dammed if you don’t! For all the times in between just be grateful.” As I look back over my own life, both past and present, as well as the lives of others, I can’t help but think; “What on earth does it take to make people happy and for life to go a little smoother? To make families, friendships and marriages work? For the parents and children who start experiencing the “great divide” when children are around the ages of 9 or 10? Then there’s the slippery slope of “letting go” for parents with their growing and maturing children and for adult children with aging parents. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder where does it ever stop! At this point in our short life story we’ve yet to include; Leaking roofs, bald tires, bad brakes, broken down furnaces, fat bodies, gray hair and sagging skin to just name a few of life’s inconveniences. The in-laws that often feel like outlaws and the expectations we put on every holiday, party, birth and wedding. Then to make matters worse there’s even the funerals that leave us sour and dissatisfied. You know the people who died the wrong way and at the wrong time. Like there’s a choice! And let’s not let forget the fuming devastated “survivors” that have to deal with the fall-out and loss. Death in and of its self happens for a variety of reasons and more often than not at very unpredictable times. It is not a personal attack from God. And the only persons to blame for it in reality are, Adam and Eve! Well, here’s the upshot of it all; “Your Not Alone!” You may feel like it at times, but take heart, if you have one that’s still beating, and your part of the human race, this is the law of the jungle in which we live. Some days this jungle is as close to paradise as you will ever get this side of Heaven. Other days we can feel like we’re riding the waves of a hurricane riddled ocean that’s hitting land fall and it seems like everything in it’s path, including us, is set for destruction. I’m probably not providing you with a lot of comfort here, not yet anyway, but I’m working on it for both our sakes. Identity, significance, worthiness and God Himself, grab them with all your might and resist the devil and never let go. False guilt, unrealistic expectations, codependency and fear are all from the evil one who sought to destroy the paradise God created for us, His children. Unfortunately thanks to our parents of origin, Adam and Eve, once we are born we are living between two forces, good and evil. But, there is no cause to despair, because as John 3:16 promises, “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.” No, this earthly life will not last forever, but we can do more than survivor and endure. We can however, remember God made us special and unique, we are one of a kind. And if we find our true identity in Him whom He sent to save us, Christ Jesus, we are totally accepted, loved and a creation of infinite worth. All other things will pass away. “Hold tight and hold true to the One Who always loves and holds you!”

The American Flag & The 11th Hour!

This was taught to me by the grandmother who raised me, Nana Morrill, when I was about 7 years old.

 

When freedom from her mountain high unfurled her standard to the air, she tore her ash robe of night and set the stars a glory there.

She mingled with their gorgeous dyes the milky baldric of the skies, and from her mission in the sun,

She called her eagle barer down and gave into His mighty hand the symbol of the chosen land!

Folks this is about the United States of America and the American flag.

The folks in this country have fought, struggled, sacrificed and persevered to keep this country free.  And the America flag is has been the strongest symbol of freedom and democracy known to any country or nation. Not socialism or communism, but freedom!

Yet, we are arrogantly ignoring the mighty hand of God and His guide book, the Holy Bible which this nation was founded on. As these United States of America embark on a new year, make no mistake about it; “God WILL NOT continue to be mocked. Believing in Him and the Bible are optional, being judged by them is not.”

It is my earnest prayer that the people in this country and in the government – “Wake-Up” We are in the 11th hour here folks!” What will you be fighting for and believing in, when the proverbial clock strikes the impending final hour?  This is the question of today, not tomorrow. Are you ready to answer it with assurance?

Blessings and Peace to you all and a Happy and wisdom-filled New Year!

Maggie Miller

 

“The Weeks of Anxiety That Comes With Christmas”

Yes, Christmas is suppose to be a joyous and exciting time of year. It’s also suppose to be all about the birth of Jesus, but it isn’t! I don’t know about other people, but, every Christmas season brings with it some degree of wanting to flee the experience of the build up, expectations and all to quick and often unsatisfying climax of Christmas. Some times in years past before I did a lot of recovery work, I wanted to flee life all together. Perhaps not necessarily in the sense that I wanted to be “dead”, but a dark and deep pocket in my bedroom closet would have sufficed. With all the memories of our childhoods, some good and some not so good and social experiences both past and present, we have an abundance of memories to process over the holiday season. Couple  this with the loss of loved ones, especially the ones who invoked the best experiences and “held” it all together, we are a on rollercoaster ride for which we never consciously bought a ticket! But, here we go full speed ahead anyway. And for those people and things that are absent from our lives on an unchangeable sour note, or so it seems, the grief and anxiety can be even more unbearable. At least with the loss of the people and things that have left us richer in an emotional sense, we can feel sorrow and gratitude at the same time. In this capacity it creates a melody, much like Silent Night. Sad and inspiring all at the same time. It’s with the less than desirable losses that we feel haunted by the hopelessness of impossible change and closure. However, I encourage you with all my heart and the heart of the Lord Jesus that which is ever present and always ready to be with all us, not only on the anniversary of His birth celebration, but all the dark and light days all the year through. It is impossible even to the greatest, riches and wisest of men and women to obtain any peace or hope that does not come from within ourselves where love abounds and our Creator lives from the time of our conception. Despite what the world or others have handed you, God did not destine agony or loss for any of us, His children. Where was He some might ask, when so and so happen and I lost this and that? “Where He’s always been I would answer, looking over all that roam the earth man and beast alike.” If you don’t know the history of humanity, where it started in Genesis in the Bible or  how man changed because of God’s provision of free will that was abused by His first children. Then you’re more than likely fumbling your way through life blaming God and going from one crisis, loss and anxiety to another. It is a proven fact; “That knowledge is power” almost never a truer statement has been made. But, I think what often causes people to avoid information is the healthy accountability to which we are ALL responsible for, that comes with information. Instead of looking for the escape goats of the victimization, past experiences of loss or blaming an unloving God. Or better yet, One that some believe does not exist, because “WE HURT!” We all hurt, it’s in the history of mankind and God has hurt the most, yet loved, kept hope for His children and forgiven the more than is humanly comprehensible. I don’t want to leave you or myself with an empty raw feeling of distain or imprisonment of the real anxieties that come not only at Christmas, but other times as well. So, in closing I am going to leave you and myself with some pertinent Scripture, which is the only hope in this life any of us have. And to bid you a Blessed Christmas found only in the comfort of the truth of God’s word and promise. Remembering that even when we can’t feel merry, we can feel and know we are blessed and loved! “A wise man (or woman) has great power, and a man of knowledge increases strength; for waging war you need guidance, and for victory many advisers” (Proverbs 24:5-6) “The God of our fathers has chosen you to know his will” (Acts 22:14) “The prudent see danger and take refuge, but the simple keep going and suffer for it” (Proverbs 27:12) “In my anguish I cried to the Lord, and he answered by setting me free” (Psalm 118:5) “Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account” (Hebrews 4:13) “For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap, nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? (Matthew 6: 25-26) The angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; for you have found favor with God.”And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall name Him Jesus. “He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High; and the Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David; and He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and His kingdom will have no end.” (Luke 1: 30-33) And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood before them, and the light of glory of the Lord shone around them; and they were frightened. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a savior, Who is Christ the Lord.” (Luke 2:9-11)

Christmas Always Reminds Me of Grammy Bruce

 Grammy Bruce as a young woman, I was unable to find a picture of her many years later when she became such a memorable part of my life.

GRAMMY BRUCE

 

My mother-in-law Marion Bruce was a short stocky woman in her seventies with thinning gray hair, better known as Gram or Grammy Bruce by all who knew and loved her.  I can still see her bowed legs rocking her back and forth ungraciously as she moved rapidly about the kitchen. She owned an old cape style farmhouse, better known as “over home” by her and her family. Mother of five, widowed in her fifties and a retired factory worker, Gram gave unselfishly to her family, friends and neighbors most of her life. You could see a bright spark of enthusiasm through her robin’s egg blue eyes when she’d hang up the phone to head out the door on one of her many charitable missions for a less fortunate soul. She didn’t live for fanfare or drape herself in fancy clothes. The only time she really dressed up was for a Clementine’s concert, a singing group that she belonged to, which was one of the only luxuries in life that she afforded herself.

Her usual attire was an old house dress or knitted slacks and cotton top which usually sported some of that day’s menu. No, her ego and all that she stood for was attached to the Lord. Her toothless smile seemed to extend to her large soft ears that slightly protruded from the sides of her head. She loved singing hymns as she was scurrying about the house or sat crocheting. I was married to her eldest son, David, and during my first pregnancy I was ill most of the time.  Many days my husband took me “over home” while he worked for Gram to take care of me. It was during the winter and she’d have the woodstove going full bore, we used to joke that it made the floor underneath it so hot you could fry an egg on it. I’d lay most of the day on a comfy old cot that was pushed against the inside parlor wall, nestled down in layers of old worn bedding and one of Gram’s oversized nightgowns.

I can still remember the smell of the damp dirt cellar that seeped between the squeaky old floor beneath me, the smell of Gram’s stale coffee breath on the clothes that surrounded me blending with what was cooking in the kitchen and the smell of cats and her old dog, Girl. The best by far, but too few Christmas eves of my life where spent at her home. Her birthday was on Christmas Eve, and all the families would gather as well as extended family and friends. We’d sing carols and eat her traditional chicken stew, and the kitchen would be filled with a potluck assortment big enough to feed Cox’s Army had it come by. Three short years later the ravages of Alzheimer’s consumed her mind and five years after that my husband died. I still pray his death was unknown to her. The last time I saw her at the nursing home she was holding a baby doll with what looked like a permanent grin on her face staring into glory. At her funeral six months later, after numerous testimonies that spanned generations, we sang her the rest of the way into glory with tears of happiness streaming down every face. What a wonderful gift when the memory of love and time is given from the heart. After all it is in the heart, where the richest and most valuable treasures of life exist.

Jesus Christ, The way to go!

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Do You Know a Narcissist or Are You One?

Some traits at a glance…

1. Perfectionist (Their way or no way at all)

2. Snobbish (They believe they are superior to others)

3. Emotionally Detached (Stays away from true feelings)

4. Demeaning (Likes to bully and put others down)

5. Unremorseful ( Usually do not feel the need to be sorry or offer an apology)

6. Self-Absorbed ( everything is about them)

7. Addictive Personality ( hang on to bad habits, often as a way to cope with their feelings)

8. They Lack Empathy ( They have no interest in your experiences, self-compassion is pretty much all they can feel)

In my memoir Lords Hill “A Place Only God Could Save Me from” I was surrounded by Narcissists’ and I’m here to tell you it is not only a very painful experience at any age, but it destroys the worth and identity of a child (children). I believe for the narcissist that having children is like an obligation to continue the lineage of the family. So, for the most part it is/was “just the thing to do!”

I say this because I have heard several times over from narcissistic mothers Negative nasty comments about the burden and regret about these “extension” of themselves. “I had children, because it was the thing to do. If I had it to do over again, I wouldn’t have any! My husband was Catholic and I had to. I had one and that’s enough of its kind. Children should be born in a closet like a litter of kittens, keep the ones you want and drown the rest! My life could have such and so if I didn’t have you. I was destined to do x y and z, but I got pregnant with you. We would have had a lot more money if we didn’t have all you kids!”

Now, I’m no doctor of phycology, but do these statements sound like they are coming from people who wanted to have children and cheerfully meet the needs of another human-being, outside of their own? What’s makes this even sadder is how they prepare the children for an adulthood of their passive-aggressive treatment. They put this nasty twist on their narcissism with the old bate and switch guilt game of passive aggressiveness. The parents start presenting themselves as the “victims” of rejection and poor treatment by the older and adult children. Somehow you, the child, are unappreciative of their years of love, support and devotion to the “family!” Now, they feel they should be elevated to martyrdom.

Take heart my friends out there, my life was saturated with and to some extent still is overshadowed with some narcissistic people, but we don’t have to live under the burden of their heavy yoke. We need to lug our own baggage and that’s it. These types of people are dragging boulders looking to crush every living thing in it’s path. They live off the identity, self-worth and the good character of others. They can not and will not easily tolerate being challenged.

So how do we live with, around and deal with the narcissist?

1. We set boundaries and limits not for them, but for ourselves as well. Time and space are both great interventions. You need to be armed and ready with mindful thinking before you interact with the narcissist. Have a believable reason / excuse for your time limit, lack of ability to connect with them or simple putting an immediate connection, like a phone call. “I have an appointment in 1 hour, so I will need to leave by such and a time. I was out when you called, it’s still the truth if you were only outside when the phone rang. I’ve been invited to such and such a party / place, but I would still like to see you at some point over the weekend, holiday, whatever. I need to get going, I’m not feeling well, and if you’re around them for very long the truth is your more than likely really not!

2. Sorry folks, but you CAN’T feel sorry for them. Sad for their constant choices to disregard others and drive people away? Yes. For their fate at their own hands? No. They can smell your empathy and it only feeds their self-righteousness. Your relationship is always has been or is very unhealthy and codependent. It was born that way, don’t feel a false sense of responsibility and guilt, because you are daring to live, feel some genuine peace and freedom. Usually when the narcissist is done feasting on one person for a while or as long as we let it happen, they just move on to the next target. Understand something right now, “You are not special” to this type of person. They are equal opportunity perpetrators.

3. Get some healthy well-balanced counseling. Surround yourselves with friends, groups and relationships that support fairness and equality. Reach out to God for not only yourself, but hand them over to Him. Their lives, choices and problems belong to Him, not you. They are to be pity only through His strength in you, not in the worlds version of pit. Remember, even God has rules and boundaries about what He will and will not allow in His kingdom. He does not frown on you being safe, loved and protected.

4. Last, but not least, if any of this sounds familiar to you, especially if you have younger children or any children for that matter. Get help before you destroy innocent lives. If you do not really want children, don’t have any. You will be guilty of bringing forth an unasked for life knowing that you will destroy it. You are and will be answerable to God regardless of whether you believe in Him or not. You can be forgiven, but you have to change and see a lot more in this life besides yourself. You have to demonstrate that you care and have changed and work at it.

It is my prayer that this empowers those who need it and comforts those who feel lonely, lost and alone. May God show us all how to treat one another and spare us what we deserve through His mighty mercy’s!

God Bless,

Maggie Miller