One thing I’m learning about peace is that sometimes it’s easy to lose, but we need to work to get it back. I had a really good week last week, I put together a routine, not a schedule of my days, and it worked really well. Then I was thrown for a loop on Saturday. #plowtopeace #amwriting
I’m not a farmer, but I’ve done a lot of plowing in my lifetime. The kind of plowing I’m talking about here is plowing through to peace of mind and heart. It’s very hard work. It takes a lot of courage…courage to face emotional pain, courage to take a stand in faith, and courage to stand firm in the decision to plow through, and not give in. Click to Tweet #amwriting #plowtopeace
We’ve all had emotional pain, discouragement, and depression—times when we feel we’re at war within ourselves. It is a war, but we can win it with God’s help.
It really is those momentous little things that can make an eternal difference, especially if it comes out of the blue with no warning, a lovely surprise that both enriches and encourages you. It’s a connection.
A card, a note, a phone call, a visit, or a wild drive around town to satisfy three teeny boppers. All these things can bring about an eternal moment of the day. The key is to be on the lookout for them. And, be on the lookout to do them.
I was recently at a writer’s conference with other Christian writers. I met one of the speakers for the first time, even though I’d emailed her before. She was pleasant to talk to and I felt a connection with her which I hope we can develop further.
I attended her fiction-track session and it was interesting. But during her presentation, she said something that grieved my heart. Her emotional pain and wounding spilled out. Her big thing is “truth.” People should be truthful in their writing, tell the truth. What she meant by this is to not gloss over, cover up or dilute the truth of what we’re writing.
Healing is a process. My healing has come in stages. As I go along, I’ll tell my story, in some detail, but not all. I believe I have received personal revelation from God Himself about myself before I was born.
Healing comes in different ways. My healing came first from God, then people. When in prayer some years ago, I believe God told me about what happened while in utero, so to speak. There are two kinds of people who are adopted: those who are affected by rejection, and those who aren’t. My brother wasn’t affected by adoption, and he had much more reason than I to be affected with APD/rejection syndrome.
Ten years ago today, my Mother died. Her earthly body died, but her spirit went straight to her Savior. She was 89 and a half. I’ll never forget that day. I can’t believe it’s been ten years. In some ways, it seems longer, because so much has happened since then. In others, it doesn’t seem like it could be that long. But it has.