This is a post I have intended to write for a long time but seemed at a loss every time I sat down to do it.
All of my posts up to this point have been to give information. This time, I am interested in feedback.
I find this picture comical in light of the subject matter of this post. (Actually, it is comical without the post)
Sorry Hoover, you’ve never made me happy (especially as a birthday present).
There is a definite predictable cycle that occurs in abuse situations. Like dancing, the participants two-step their way through this cycle until it becomes a well rehearsed pattern on perpetual repeat.
I think most people have been on the receiving end of a judgement made without the other party knowing the full story. Most people have probably been guilty of doing the same thing at one time or another. Many times there is not much on the line when we do this. We decide that the cashier is a really unfriendly person without knowing they just got reamed out by the customer before us. We leave without acting on it but have made a judgement nonetheless.
One of the things I knew from the outset was that I needed a counselor who understood the situation for what it was. While I realize that this can be said of any counseling situation, this one has a caveat. It appears that in Christian circles conflict between husband and wife is often relegated to being labeled as “marriage problems,” and when marriage problems arise, marriage counseling is prescribed.
I made a mistake last week.
While the words spring break evoke feelings of relief or thoughts of revelry for many people, it produces a whole different emotion for me.
I would say mile number 12 was the longest, but I am pretty sure the one mile walk back to the car after the race was longer.