(What is the cost to love and are we willing to pay? To open up ourselves to the vulnerability and allow the broken places to be revealed in truth and honesty. For only through the cracks that we try to so desperately to hide, will the ‘light’ be able to penetrate into the dark of the hurt and pain so we may truly heal and become who we were destined to be. God bless! ~M)
With the back to school season upon us, I was blessed to hear a great sermon by Pastor Tim Wimberly of Living Water last Saturday night about parenting titled “Living Life Together”. It was about the impact we have on our kids. He encouraged each parent (current and future) that it is never too late. We all feel inadequate and unprepared for parenting, when in reality what our children need more than anything is simply us with all of our imperfections. Our love and our time, not things. If you would like to watch the sermon or listen to a podcast click here. And follow Pastor Tim on Twitter, you won’t be disappointed! During the sermon the idea for a simple blog post (poem and photo) came to me and I share it with you now. Remember it is never to late, you will always be their mom or dad!
Fun around the campfire!
If you are still breathing You are still in the game There is still time The future yet unwritten Yesterday is gone Tomorrow a blank slate
What really matters 100 years from now Money, possessions, cars, toys Things with no emotion No connection Time and moments lost
When they look into your eyes What will they see? Love, hope, acceptance It matters It makes a difference It will change the world
It is never too late The moment is now Too shine a light Because they will know and remember The unconditional love and acceptance 100 years from now
Self-awareness, accountability, honesty and truth with oneself is the first step to healing. We must be willing to face our own fears and venture into the darkness of our hearts. For there in the black void is where the light will shine the brightest.
You are not alone; be strong despite the fears and never give up –
Spent the day at the Roy Pioneer Rodeo in Roy, Washington with family. Roy is a small town, very small, southeast of Seattle and Tacoma. I grew up going to rodeos in Idaho and Oregon and the small ones always seem to be the most fun.
A blog reaching out to victims of abuse and others in need, providing insight about abuse, hope for the future, and guidance to see THE LIGHT that lead Secret Angel out of the darkness of her own abusive situation and helped her to not only survive but to overcome.