WHY I CRIED ALL THE WAY HOME (me!) Sandra, tvgp
Forgive me my disorganized thoughts... I ache, having read my squid Anne blog this morning, to write a letter from almost 47 to my 21 year old self. -but became overwhelmed in just thinking it... Too much write now. And I'm in prayer, but honestly... October for me is not just a noun... It's an adjective: cold, dark, gloomy and I find myself dreading the short days and lack of sunshine the next season brings.. But every year I eventually acclimate... And lots of things I wish I had time to type about but cut here: how God knows the secret desires of our hearts... Of our hearts... Of our hearts... Of our HEARTS!... And are you guilty of this too? Identifying people by their traumas? " that's so n so... She had breast cancer..". " that's so n so, he just got out of jail for..". " that's so n so.. He just got his stomach stapled". " that's so n so.. Her husband left her..". -on and on... This seems true for the regular neighborhood folk, then even more true for public speakers who announce to their audience whatever their trial is or has been... So, you might say... "that's Joyce Meyer.. She was raped over 200 times by her father..". And while that is true... It is only a tiny, tiny fraction of her story.. " the world wide minister who has brought bazillions of people to God, saved countless lives, etc.". Well, for me.. And because I have spoken both privately and Publically about my trials/traumas... A part of me made peace with the fact that some people would be pointing at me and saying, " that's the girl that was kidnapped and raped three times..". But! And so, very soon I will launch a website, a new website... It will speak for itself, but it will include my ongoing collection of found heart photography... A collection ive been growing for a long time, and which is proving to inspire others.. It is the most exciting thing in the world to me to have people send me their found heart photos... But even more than send them to me... It was the way my beautiful co-worker friend, Priscilla, said to me "every time I see a heart I. - think - of you..". And in the moment, I held in all my emotions, just smiled and said thank you, But on my way home I just cried and cried from the deepest happiness... To be known not as the girl who was raped three times but the woman who started what will become..."the largest found heart collection in the entire world!". And it was as if God allowed me to rehear the secret hopes my own heart dared only to whisper...and I am filled with the knowledge that God has been with me every step of the way... All this time... And am confident, very confident God is doing exactly what he promises... Knowing the secret desires of our hearts... Our hearts! More and more hearts! Found hearts from people all around the world! Every race, religion, language... Universal symbol of love! And we will see, all see better... How we in fact, walk in love every day. We are... Surrounded. thank you Jesus! Amen and amen!
posted by SHE @ 9:35 AM
1 Comments:
Sandra, once again, you inspire me and lead me to wisdom. I was just saying to someone that our stories are powerful and that writing them can make a real difference in the world. You do not have to be known as the woman who was raped three times. You should be known as the woman who was raped, turned her negative experiences into positive ones, channeled her creativity into a public announcement of victory and hope. You are a testament to the human spirit and your own beliefs. You are proof that no matter what, human beings can overcome and thrive. You are a blessing and people need to know that. And I need to remember the same about myself. Thank you for the reminder, my friend.
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