Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall..Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.. I'm sure everyone knows the rest of this children's tale, but have you ever thought about how our words and promises are just like Humpty Dumpty. When you give a promise to someone they put it on a shelf in their mind. When that… Continue reading Broken Promises Can Be Hurtful
https://youtu.be/slnvGbfBx0M I hope y'all are in the mood for some good ole Jesus Music!! Resurrection/Rez Band has been as vital of a music ministry in my life as Stryper has. It's just that I heard Rez first back in 1982 and they go back to the Jesus Movement that started in the late 60's and… Continue reading Sunday Music: Resurrection Band: Broken Promises
Satan's Lie: Hope: No one could understand how hopeless I feel. God's Reply: Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord , the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding. He giveth power to the faint; and… Continue reading Satan’s Lies | God’s Replies: Day 18 Hopelessness
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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