Don't you say a thing to ruin him.
So I am wondering....
Why is it always about protecting the family member that needs castration?
Why can't those who are suppose to love and care and protect have the instincts to do such?
I am just wondering...
I guess it is time, to sit down and have that cry. Cry for my sister and the pain she is in. But also accept there is nothing I can do. I do not hold the key. She does. I hold the key to my own problems, my own issues, my own pain. She has a separate key. They may both lead to similar memories and feelings but they are not identical, they are separate.
So I am wondering...
There is so much similarity in our pains, and yet we are so individual at the same time. We are here for each other, and some things feel familiar, and yet, we have a key to our own healing. A key within us. I have a key. I am sure it is there, ...I am still searching.
I always think that somehow I can love enough, care enough, protect enough; to heal the pains of those around me. But that doesn't make sense now, with what I expected from those who were suppose to love and care and protect me.
If I didn't feel it, does anyone around me feel it from me?
Is what I am doing enough?
And if I can't find my own key, am I doing any one else any good?
I am just wondering...
VICKI IN AZ gave me this:
Well she didn't just give it to me. She gave the offering to all of us and I watched it and listened today. With my heart and with my mind and soul. I have heard it before, but today it etched something in me that I needed. I suppose being broken; being open, I was able today to feel the balm of healing, an offering that Broken is Better.
And that with what is broken I can become....
thank you friend ♥
Yes, I am wondering...and reaching.
Yes, I am trying to heal.
Break of day heals night....
I sit here in the break of my day....reading and searching...finding morsels of peace; in prayer, in scripture, in your words; words of wisdom, of healing, of pleading for peace.
The light of the day,
that chases away the nightmares,
the night terrors,
There is light peaking in my closet.
Broken souls that needs His mending....
...this broken soul that cries for mending...
Could it be that God loves broken things?
...i am wondering if that means me?