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 "We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give."  --Winston Churchill

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"When wisdom enters your heart,
      And knowledge is pleasant to your soul,
      Discretion will preserve you;
      Understanding will keep you," --Proverbs 2:10-11

Open Hands, Open Heart

How do you forgive, when the hurt is so deep?

Maybe it is silly to be upset by some of the things I am upset about.  Maybe it is foolish, but it seems that every time I trust again, I get hurt again.  I feel so alone in this family.  I feel that my husband only wants 'forgiven' so that I won't bring up the past, thereby, allowing him to do the same things again.

Maybe I am just holding a grudge.
A grudge that shuts people and things out of my life.
Maybe it is because I feel torn apart each and every time certain subjects come up...

But it is not the things that happened that hurt.
I could easily forgive them.
Forgive them and move on.
It is the thing they represent that hurts.
It is the lack of respect they demonstrate that I fear facing again.

It seems that if one doesn't constantly stand up for themselves, they get ran over.  Again and again and again.

I am tired of being yelled at because 'my ideas' didn't work out, when my ideas were never listened to.  When what was done was his interpretation of 'my ideas'.  My ideas were hardly touched.  My ideas were ignored.  And the few times that carrying out my ideas was attempted, it was in an half-ass manner.  One that showed complete disrespect for the finished project, with the excuse always being, "I don't have time!"

Fine.  You don't have time.  Then don't start the project!  Leave things as they are, unless you are going to go to the effort of doing them right!!!  I can't handle half-ass attempts that simply create more work.  There is no need for them, and they are helpful to no one.

Maybe I am unloving... After all, I Corinthians 13 says:

"⁴ Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; ⁵ does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; ⁶ does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; ⁷ bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
⁸ Love never fails."

And maybe all I am doing is seeking my own... Or, as my husband accuses, thinking evil.  But maybe, just maybe, I am facing the truth.

Can one point to the truth, without 'thinking evil', especially when the truth is not pleasant?  Can one correct hurts, while bearing all things, believing all things and hoping all things?  Or is the desire to change the hurtful patterns in our marriage unloving?  A lack of enduring all things?

I love that man.  I love him more than I have ever loved anyone.  If I didn't, then the things he does and says wouldn't hurt so much.  I could brush them off.  Ignore them.  Forget them.  Pretend they never happened.  But I want a better life with him.  He means too much to me to continue the way we have been going.

Tell me, what is more loving:  When you find yourself on the wrong road, to keep going or to backtrack?  To continue, hoping against hope that you will end up in a desirable place or correct the course, so that you know you are heading the way you want to go?

I know.  You only have my side of the story, and it is unlikely you will ever get his.  He's not too likely to write about things like this.

"The first one to plead his cause seems right,
Until his neighbor comes and examines him."  -Proverbs 18:17

Wasted Days

"If I could have my wasted days back,
Would I use them to get back on track? " --Frantic, Metallica

Or would I continue to waste my days?
This is the question I have been asking myself lately.
It isn't a light question.

Am I really willing to change?
Am I willing to leave bad habits behind me?
I am willing to give up procrastinating?

I certainly hope that I am.
Thus begins my journey...



Frantic by Metallica
Written by Hetfield/Ulrich/Hammett/Rock

If I could have my wasted days back,
Would I use them to get back on track?
Stop to warm at karmas burning,
Or Look ahead, but keep on turning.

Do I have the strength
To know how I'll go?
Can I find it inside to deal with what I shouldn't know?

Could I have my wasted days back?
Would I use them to get back on track.

You live it or you lie it!You live it or you lie it!
(You live it or lie it! You live it or lie it!)

My lifestyle determines my deathstyle!
My lifestyle determines my deathstyle!

Keep searching
Keep on searching
This search goes on
This search goes on
Keep searching.
Keep on searching.
This search goes on.
This search goes on.

Frantic tick tick tick tick tock
Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock
Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock
Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock

I've worn out always being afraid
An endless stream of fear that I've made
Treading water full of worry
This frantic tick tick talk goes hurry

Do I have the strength
To know how I'll go?
Can I find it inside to deal with what I shouldn't know?

I've worn out always being afraid
An endless stream of fear that I've made

You live it or lie it! You live it or lie it!
(You live it or lie it! You live it or lie it!)

My lifestyle determines my deathstyle!
My lifestyle determines my deathstyle!

Keep searching.
Keep on searching.
This search goes on.
This search goes on.
Keep searching.
Yeah, keep on searching.
This search goes on.
on and on!

Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock
Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock
Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock
Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock

Do I have the strength
To know how I'll go?
Can I find it inside to deal with what I shouldn't know?

Do I have the strength
To know how I'll go?
Can I find it inside to deal with what I shouldn't know?

Oh My lifestyle (Birth is Pain) determines my deathstyle!
a rising tide (Life is Pain) that pushes to the other side!
My lifestyle (Death is Pain) determines my deathstyle!
a rising tide (Its All The Same) that pushes to the other side!

Keep searching
Keep on searching
This search goes on
on and on
Keep searching.
Keep on searching.
This search goes on.
on and on.

Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock
Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock
Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock
Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock

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Sometimes, the only way to get to the fruit to go out on a limb.