Where we come from

I was listening to James Robison yesterday afternoon talk about his childhood. It struck me intensely that you sure don't know what others are going through. As human beings, we tend to hide painful things. I wonder why that is. We try to paint the rosey pretty picture because we just don't want to expose how we really feel. I have long struggled with things to write on my blog- sometimes wanting to let it all out and yet I feel like I can't. If your blog was anonymous you could, but when you know the readers- you have to be careful.

I at one time had a close friend here that I felt I could tell anything. Once I started to change my path to that of the Christian walk, she told me that she didn't want to be friends anymore. That I would be like her other previous Christian friends and judge her and she wouldn't be good enough. She didn't want to go through anything like that again. In reality, I think she was more than anything trying to avoid any conviction she's felt. Her husband being nearly atheist, she told me there was no chance she could even think about returning to church although the hunger was there- he desire for her children to know Jesus was there- but she felt held back. And I so know that frightening thought of your husband leaving you for what you believe. What I didn't know back in my circumstance was that it didn't matter what the outcome because I was already sifted through God's hands and my future was not going to be determined by me. He knew the pain that I would go through as I child would help me to become the person I am today. That I would protect my children like a bear to her cubs. That I would meet a young lady that is going through alot of the same things I did at her age. That even though those things were painful- they could be healing to someone else. And that Paul was going to be loving and accepting of my faith and would also encourage our children. So, it gives me alot of comfort today to know that it all did have a purpose- God turns the worst to their best. As my Pastor friend says, the view from the rearview mirror is sometimes clearer than what's happening right in front of you.