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I'm getting back on track with my prayer life & time in God's word. I must confess... it's a little easier now that I'm in the New Testament. Don't get me wrong, the Old Testament is important and should be studied... I just find myself struggling through it each and every time. My husband on the other hand loves the Old Testament. He can remember the names and tribes and see all the connections. Not me.

Anyway... I don't really have much to say today. I still don't have any test results back. I knew ahead of time they'd take a while so the time doesn't have me worried at all. I go to the doctor on Wednesday so who knows- maybe they'll have heard and can explain everything to me then.

A discussion in one of my classes has made me realize once again that we never know what's gone on in people's lives behind the masks they wear. So many people have had so many trials & such heavy burdens to bear. Even though people know what I've been through I still find it hard to let people in and know what I'm really thinking and feeling. Will they still accept me? Will my burdens be too much for them? How do you break down those walls?

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JD said…
I understand what you mean about people not always understanding the depths and breadth of our experiences. How much to say? How will it be received?

In those times, I focus on what God would have me say, how much He would have me share... because just as much as "they" may not understand what has led us to where we are, we too, do not completely understand what they may need to hear. Perhaps there is something from our experiences that God wants so much to use to help others. Without giving our experiences a voice, how will He use them to share His work in us with others?

Let Him lead -- He'll let you know :)


(((((((( hugs )))))))))
Stacey said…
Been thinking of you and checking in daily to see if you have any updates. You're still in my prayers, friend.

The last few years have taught me that, just as I sometimes keep hidden what I'm going through, I truly never know what someone else might be facing. I think sometimes we feel led to open up to others at the right time, and we break the ice for them to share what's hurting them as well. It has made me more aware that I might need to be the one to "go first" and share my burden before I get a chance to help someone carry theirs.

Thinking of you!
After about a million years, I decided to create a blogger account. So, I'm following you (though it took some serious effort to figure it all out). :)

Praying for you, friend.

--Monica

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