Why do people still believe Celebrate Recovery is just for addicts? Is it because they have seen the movie Home Run? Did they go to that bathroom or something during testimony night in the film, where the main character’s sister-in-law speaks of her sexual abuse as a child? Or could it be because everyone thinks… Continue reading Celebrate Recovery Is For Everyone
YOO-HOO!!🎉🎉🎉 We turned 7 tonight! What amazing journey this has been. To see so many lives being changed by the power of God. It's not us, the blue chips, or even the program...it's God working through the program! Several of us "old timers" we there tonight. It has been such a blessing to watch as… Continue reading Richland Celebrate Recovery Turns 7
Ok guys, let's be real..Amy played me...lol. You see, I nominated her for the Sunshine Blogger Award and then she turns around and nominates me. She answered the questions I posed amazingly! But her number of questions for her nominees were waaayyy off! Yeah..Amy is breaking the rules. 🙃 She asks one. One! And yet… Continue reading The Sunshine Blogger Award | Testimony
As I was reading Cynthia’s post I was floored. I have NEVER seen loss from a spouses addiction like this before. That is why I simply had to share this with you.
As an ex porn addict this cut me deeply but at the same time this quote proves that God works all things for our good…
“What I do know now is that what was lost can be found. What was stolen can be replaced with something better, brighter and more beautiful. And amazingly, what was once mourned will be celebrated.”
Guys, share the heck out of Cynthia’s post…not mine, please. Share her story and give other women hope!
There have been many losses in my life created by my husband’s porn addiction and intimacy anorexia. Many things were blatantly stolen from me throughout my marriage leaving me dazed and confused. But others were a slower trickle that I didn’t even notice until the emptiness engulfed my soul.
Either way, I lost. And my husband’s addiction won. It wasn’t fair that I was an unknowing participant in a battle I knew nothing about it. I wasn’t prepared. I had no warning. I didn’t even know it was occurring. I repeatedly got knocked down, each time multiplying the losses and shattered shards of my heart. Until one day, I lay battered and crumpled on the floor. My opponent oblivious and uncaring that he and his addiction were the cause. On my knees, I cried out to Jesus for mercy and help. And then I rose unsteadily, turned around, and hobbled…
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