TeamWork #1: Life’s Canvas

Tosin shared this with me the other day as a comment on my post The World’s Largest Puzzle. This is beautiful. I was ensnared from the get go. Her words painting a picture I could not take my eyes off of!

I am a better person from reading this. Thank you Tosin for sharing this with me. Now, I must pass it on!

Alethea's Mind

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An empty canvas stands before us. We stare into the vast spread of nothingness as the artist works through his mind to create an imagery only he can see. We’re left in the dark, we haven’t come to life, yet we trust the one with the brush and all the colours in his hands. His works of the past surely speak for him as we can clearly see, so though we are still wet paint on his pallet, soon we’ll dress the canvas well.

His first coat of white brings us all to life; the birth of every one of us starts the story to be told. Our first cries, each a drop of paint that wears his brush like drapes of silk and wets the surface with every stroke. The canvas, though once white with nothing, looks a lot whiter now, white with life, white…

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What I Lost When My Husband’s Porn Addiction Won

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!

Tears in a Bottle

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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Goodbye 2015 Hello 2016

  What an interesting year 2015 was. According to the annual WordPress report I went around New York City seven times on a subway train that holds 1,200 people with over 8,000 views. My top 5 posts actually came from 2014, which are as follows: 1: This Is What Some Of Our Fourth Graders Are Reading… Continue reading Goodbye 2015 Hello 2016