My husband is amazing… he gives me a fantastic birthday celebration every year and I just love it! I think I’ve written about it before… we celebrate for the entire week… so every day for the week leading up to my actual birthday I get a gift or favor and it makes me feel so loved. I do the same for him when his birthday comes around in the summer… it’s a great tradition and I love it! I am always looking for new family traditions – new ways to celebrate life and new ways to celebrate each other. Do you have any traditions that you’d like to share?
Tag Archive: dreams
Are you part of the club? No, not a popular and fun club… the club of the Rape Survivors… We’re not an official club…but we often recognize each other by our habits, mannerisms and particular needs. Does this sound familiar?
- You don’t close your eyes when you shower – even when you wash your hair.
- You prefer to sit in a restaurant with your back to a wall or corner from which you can see people enter and exit around you.
- You check the house when you are alone at night, searching room by room before you can rest.
- You either leave the shower curtain open or use a clear shower curtain when you shower.
- You do not like people standing behind you and do not like to be touched by all but a very few people.
- You have nightmares about the event – wake up with dried tears on your cheeks, your heart pounding and a pain in your chest that you can scarcely breathe around.
- You have flash-backs that make the event feel like it is constantly current.
There is so much more… so many every day unconscious decisions. It feels so unfair that this one event changes your life so drastically. Some days I feel so angry – I feel cheated. I wonder what path my life would have taken…but then I just breathe… I try to pray… I find peace whenever I can, wherever I can. I find peace in worship, long walks in the woods, kayaking on Banks Lake, reading good books… Where do you find peace?
I’m sure there’s some perfectly scientific, purely logical explanation for why the heat + the humidity makes life in south Georgia nearly unbearable. It’s so strange…while hiking in Texas last month the temperature was much higher but it felt much better. Here, 85 degrees feels like an oven, there 110 degrees felt like a breeze.
I confess I do not understand the physics of it – but I’m kinda okay with that – it makes it feel like magic to me.
Some days it feels like there are no ears to hear our cries. I have faith that this is not the case, but some days I wish that I had a definite answer… some definite sign that my prayers were heard and that an answer was on the way… Some days faith comes so easily to me and other days it feels nearly impossible…





