…to all the beautiful and loving women out there who are mothers… and to those who play that special role in the lives of us who may not have a relationship with our own biological mom, thank you for accepting us and showing us what being a mom looks like… to those incredible women who are as motherly to the children of others as you are to your own… we love you…
You may not know me, but I know everything about you. Psalm 139:1 I know when you sit down and when you rise up. Psalm 139:2 I am familiar with all your ways. Psalm 139:3 Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. Matthew 10:29-31 For you were made in my image. Genesis 1:27 In me you live and move and have your being. Acts 17:28 For you are my offspring. Acts 17:28 I knew you even before you were conceived. Jeremiah 1:4-5 I chose you when I planned creation. Ephesians 1:11-12 You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book. Psalm 139:15-16 I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live. Acts 17:26 You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139:14 I knit you together in your mother’s womb. Psalm 139:13 And brought you forth on the day you were born. Psalm 71:6
NOTE: THIS APPLICATION WILL BE INCOMPLETE AND REJECTED UNLESS ACCOMPANIED BY A COMPLETE FINANCIAL STATEMENT, JOB HISTORY, LINEAGE, AND CURRENT MEDICAL REPORT FROM YOUR DOCTOR.
NAME_____________________________________
DATE OF BIRTH______________________________
HEIGHT___________ WEIGHT__________________
IQ__________ GPA__________________________
SOCIAL SECURITY #__________________________
DRIVERS LICENSE #__________________________
BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES_________________
HOME ADDRESS_____________________________
CITY/STATE___________ ZIP___________________
Do you have parents? ___Yes __No
Number of years they have been married_____________
If less than your age, explain_____________________
A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No
B. A motorcycle? __Yes __No
C. A waterbed? __Yes __No
D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No
E. Is your body a willing canvas for tattoo artists? __Yes __No
F. Do you have more piercings than my little girl? __Yes __No
(IF YOU ANSWERED ‘YES’ TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)
You’re not sorry for things you say
Words like daggers, you curse my name
You’re not sorry for things you do
The pain you cause – I’m black and blue.
Does hell exist? You’re the proof!
For, I know Satan because of you.
So, I am grateful our paths have crossed
My faith increased – God has not lost!
Sometimes, it can be very difficult to discover God’s blessings within trials and tribulations, especially while we’re still in the midst of them. Perhaps the greatest blessing that can ever occur though, is when we choose to allow our hardships to bring us closer to God. My sincerest hope is that instead of blaming God for our pain and suffering, we will learn to trust Him with it.
Donations and financial support have been such a wonderful blessing this month (as they always are!) and very generous, so from my heart to yours, “Thank you!!” I always want to express personal appreciation to donors, but there are many humble people out there who prefer to remain anonymous in their gift giving, so I have learned it best to make the occasional mention in general like this instead. Honestly, I can’t help but tear up with prayers of thanks and appreciation every time I receive support. Goodness, I still feel giddy when people use the social media buttons to share my work even (what a newbie, right!)
When you ask me how I feel
I may fall silent and forget what’s real
When you ask me what I want
Again the silence – a foreign thought.
For, the past has made me so afraid
To be myself or know my own name
I wasn’t asked about my thoughts,
How I felt or what I wanted
And if I dared to speak a word
I never challenged what I heard
Or quickly whipped into my place
The man in charge might bruise my face
To fear his reaction I had learned
I’d lose love if my voice was heard
So I conformed to his every want
And the twisted desires of his heart
My own needs did not exist
Just to stay alive was such a gift.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable…” ~ C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
I will never betray your trust
To protect your honor is a must.
A loyal partner I vow be
Your biggest fan, just wait and see.
I will trust you as a leader
And challenge you as a believer.
I’ll be your lover and best friend
An honest voice until the end.
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I Am Not A Victim, I Am A Survivor! ~ First and foremost, I will have you know that I am a survivor and a Christian. Secondly, I will share that I have been a victim of most types of abuse: childhood abuse, emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, spouse abuse, religious abuse, criminal abuse and even self abuse. Third, I will not be silenced and that, my friends… is what this site is all about. Welcome to a story of survival!
About ~ Purpose, Passion & Progress. Survive, Rise & Thrive, Give! Our purpose is to survive it, our passion is to rise above it and progress happens when we give back. We survive hell, live life and give hope.
About Me ~ I am a survivor and I have a story to tell. It is my hope to touch your soul deeply, profoundly and permanently with my story.
My Life Stories ~ While I am currently writing these pieces for a fictional book, they are based on true events. It is a way to document the many tears which have paved the unsuspecting paths of hell here on earth (check this tab occasionally as I will continue to add more)
My Poetry ~ Within these poems is the bittersweet journey of one victims struggle to become a survivor and to remain a believer. It is a hope to turn tragedies into something valuable, and a testament of how good can come out of evil every time.
It’s Friday
Jesus is praying
Peter’s a sleeping
Judas is betraying
But Sunday’s comin’
