Friday, October 1, 2004
Whenever pieces of my past float to the surface I am amazed to see one consistent element amoungst their fragments....one source of peace that just has always been there. I was not raised in a "church" family because my elders were gravely damaged by some of those "nice church" people, so they stayed away from organized religion. But, they did believe. A lot.
I can clearly remember being seven years old and reading the bible. King James. I thought heaven was in the clouds and just out of my reach and vision. I thought that Jesus was my personal friend....and in some ways, in my innocent child like way He was my very best friend. I was very lonely as a kid but now I can see that it was a blessing and a gift.
Thus, my story will begin today. It will be a tale weaved with great joy, great shame, great loss and then finally just the everlasting peace I know. The evidence I have collected along the way.
The promise of "I am."
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One year ago today I began to eat differently. It is called the Ketogenic diet and the information is out there for free ...
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ReplyDeleteI remember being young and the bible scaring me and church scaring me.
Your entries are filled with peace and hope though...so nice to come here
~jerseygirl
Comment from cneinhorn - 10/1/04 7:25 PM
You started reading younger that I was. I was 11. : )
Angela
Comment from readmereadyou - 10/1/04 1:35 PM
Isn't believing and acting on those beliefs what's really important?
Comment from sistercdr - 10/1/04 6:52 AM
I remember being that age too. We were studying the Bible in Sunday School one little story at a time. I had trouble understanding that I could be treated so well at Church, but would go home an be beated for being bad. Life made no sense. We were pretty confused. Most of this time is blocked out except for spending quite a bit of time locked in the unfinished basement for punishment. So, I learned to play piano in the laundry room and played some very angry and melancholy songs. Moonlight Sonata will always be my favorite. :) I'm pretty sure Jesus knew where I was ... I was too loud to miss.
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Ayn...
ReplyDeleteI am struck by the beauty of this comment:
I was too loud to miss.