The inspiration for this post comes from a dear brother in Christ from Celebrate Recovery. You see this young man has been through the ringer. I will not go into the details of this young man's life out of respect. I will share the ideas or thoughts God gave me while listening to him speak… Continue reading Jesus’ Wrecker Service
Do you remember all those spankings we used to get as kids? Do you remember the pain your rear felt? I do. I may still have little red dots on my rear from being paddled with one that holes drilled in it for air resistance. But... That's not the type of discipline I want to… Continue reading Discipline Though Painful Produces Righteousness
I AM the answer to your addiction! I AM the answer to your struggle! I AM the answer to you pain! I AM the answer to your financial situation! I AM the answer to that hole in your heart! I AM the answer to your loneliness! I AM the answer to your lack of joy!… Continue reading The Great I Am
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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I do these type of things on Facebook periodically, if I like the questions. Gail tagged me in the TMI tag and I was like...yeah, let's do this. Thanks Gail for thinking of me 😀 This will give you all a little, if not TMI, information into my life outside of this blog and into… Continue reading TMI
It popped up in my memories today on Facebook...on February 10th, six years ago I was sitting in a pew in a church in Alabama. I had been invited to Johnny Hunt's men conference by my pastor. He even paid for my ticket to go. Unbeknown to me the conference would be on pornography within… Continue reading Reflections On My Calling
If, you have ever been near a lake, pond or a creek I am sure, at one time or another, you have seen a tree or two that look like the Tasmanian Devil got a hold of them. You know the ones where the bark is missing and if you get up close you will… Continue reading Standing Firm: Stay Alert