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Forgiveness Does Not Mean Abuse Needs To Continue

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_MG_9753.jpgWhat does it take for a woman to leave a husband she loves? Why should she leave if she loves him? It always was that way, I loved him. His love for me was expressed in anger, control and irritation at my own stupidity.

Does that sound like love? No it does not. It took time and eye opening discussion and experience to realize the need to leave. Love is kind. Love is patient. How patient should I be? When is enough, truly enough?

I met Eleanor, an older woman who during my time caring for her health and body, she cared for my mind and heart. She shared her life and heart with me allowing me a glimpse into a better life. She encouraged and supported me and I felt her love push me to a safer and happier life.

Salma Keir

Black White But Mostly Grey

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_MG_4149.jpgGrey areas were foreign to me. When I was going through hard times with my husband, I could not see beyond what is right and wrong in my own mind.

My job got me caring for an older lady who opened my eyes to some truths that could go both ways. What does it take for us as women to see a bad relationship we are nursing? What does it take for us to leave a bad situation?

Eleanor kept at it! The old woman kept talking and whispering in my ear. She did not push or suggest, she just shared her own life and thoughts. She guided me with an invisible kind hand to free my soul and heart from an oppressive marriage.

Salma Keir

Godzilla As A Three Year Old

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“Isn’t she adorable!” I commented to my husband.
“Yes,” he smirked, “in a Godzilla kind of way.”
“It is all perspective isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he responded, “What else will she crush that is not hers, as she gets older?”

I watched and this cute little adorable three year old was the makings of a selfish, self-centered young woman who thinks the world is hers to crush.

Her smiling adoring parents never once told her she should be mindful of her brother’s creations in the sand. No one instructed her to make her own then tromp all over them if she wanted to.

Am I being too harsh? Probably. Is it just child’s play? Probably.

On the other hand she will be the office employee who crushes the work of another either to get ahead or for her own enjoyment. She will be the one who is jealous of another person’s achievement and does what she could to crush it. She will be the one who hates her brother’s new wife who takes all the attention for one day. Shall I go on? Nah, I made my point.

Food for though!

Boogie Board Surfing is Not For Women my Size

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Not Me! Look at him go!

So I decided to go boarding in the beautiful oceans of Hawaii. I mean after all, this is gorgeous! The water is bathtub warm, the sun was shining and the weather was a balmy wonderful 85 degrees.

I took my rented for a dollar an hour, yellow body board and with courage and determination went into the surf. Others were all around me on boards too. They stood up on them, they rode the waves, they tumbled on purpose and started over. What’s the big deal huh? I can do this.

Placing the board before me, I attempted to climb on but slid off like I was rubbed down with oil and soap. I looked around me to learn. They get on the board and paddle their hands, no biggie, right? Wrong! I kept falling off the stupid slick thing into the glorious aqua waters.

I drank some salt water, but hey, intrepid me could not give up. I put the board before me to climb the wave and lo and behold the wave turned and the board clapped me right in my protruding schnoz. Yep, I got hit in the nose. I saw stars for a few seconds but decided that if those people could do it, so can I.

I played in the water for another fifteen minutes battling the foamy brine until my upper arms and neck felt like burning steel. Deciding to get back to shore, I dragged my yellow board which by the way was tied to my wrist, blasted thing I could not even lose it.

As I sat out on the beach under the shade, I looked around me realizing that those little bastards, (they were all little children under twelve) must have some secret to their lithe acrobatics. Though it seems easy, trust me when I tell you, I got the beating of my life in those beautiful waters. I think I will leave the surfing and boarding for the little ones. They seem to have a good handle on things.

As for my poor nose, I had a hard time breathing for two nights and I looked like someone’s nightmare in the mornings, all puffy and eyes closed. I am recovering and not likely to get out there with a board any time soon.

Intercession is Selfless Prayer to God’s Heart

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_MG_7322.jpgWhen God leaves you in the dark never give up hope. Being in the dark is God’s way of strengthening your relationship with Him. He will not feed you bull but He will keep you safe and you need to stay worry free.

When God is silent and you feel you are in the dank spaces of the soul, remember your first love, remember the times you listened and obeyed. Also remember His love for you and what He accomplished in you over the years.

When God stops communicating, start interceding. Nothing soothes the irritated soul than an unselfish prayer for someone else. This is the safe territory where Satan can never impose or attack. It is pure selfless prayer. It results in moving hearts and minds.

When in the dark, pray for someone else.