My childhood slumped, lifeless, onto the battlefield of my parents' dysfunction many years before manhood came to me. The war had ended, but my battles had just begun. I questioned God. I cursed and lamented this premature death, and the battles that followed until age and wisdom gave me insight.
Through my battle with anger I learned that anger undermines life and this life is far too short. Anger makes the bouquet of the heart wither. A withered heart invites disease. It is better to love and forgive. Even those who have wronged you... Especially those who have wronged you. For we don't know God's plan for them. This battle taught me to never show anger toward my children.
My battle with insecurity drove me to achieve; to create; to draw; to write. To create art with pencils, and paint and with words which may touch or lift or move or transform others. And to hopefully share these talents with my children.
My dreadful fight with the fear of abandonment compelled me to be at each of my daughter's bedside each night, without fail. To hold each tenderly and let her know that she is loved completely and unconditionaly. That someone would always be there for her.
My mother and father had difficult roles to play in life's drama. Where ever they are, I thank them.
And so you see, we don't understand God's plans for us. It took me years to see his presence in my life. In his wisdom, he moves us where we need to be. We are each players upon his stage.
Accept your life and take from it its lessons.
For they are God's lessons.
Through my battle with anger I learned that anger undermines life and this life is far too short. Anger makes the bouquet of the heart wither. A withered heart invites disease. It is better to love and forgive. Even those who have wronged you... Especially those who have wronged you. For we don't know God's plan for them. This battle taught me to never show anger toward my children.
My battle with insecurity drove me to achieve; to create; to draw; to write. To create art with pencils, and paint and with words which may touch or lift or move or transform others. And to hopefully share these talents with my children.
My dreadful fight with the fear of abandonment compelled me to be at each of my daughter's bedside each night, without fail. To hold each tenderly and let her know that she is loved completely and unconditionaly. That someone would always be there for her.
My mother and father had difficult roles to play in life's drama. Where ever they are, I thank them.
And so you see, we don't understand God's plans for us. It took me years to see his presence in my life. In his wisdom, he moves us where we need to be. We are each players upon his stage.
Accept your life and take from it its lessons.
For they are God's lessons.
