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Ramblings in April's head...yikes!


Where does misery and disgruntled get you? Miserable and disgruntled. You can never make everyone happy, and you will die trying if you think you can. Point and case, been there done that. I can point out everything in my life that has made me angry, sad, beaten, bruised, negative, and just plain blek! But if I am truly honest I can tell you other things that have made me laugh, made me happy, made me feel blessed beyond measure, and thankful for the days that I breathe.
         I know I have said this time and again, and believe you me when I say I STILL struggle with knowing that holding onto the past gives my tormentors power they so do not deserve. I know I have people who say, well you just don’t understand, but you know what maybe I don’t. I can only share my experience, strength and hope that peace can be found. I refuse to lie down and take it, and not try and make a difference.
         I can sit in my pit, or I can buck up and realize there is ALWAYS someone worse off than me. If I don’t believe that all I need to do is turn on the news for a good ol’ reality check.
         Whether you agree with me or not is not my problem. My problem is finding a solution to ease the pain of the STILL suffering. 
Blessings alone do not open our eyes. Indeed, blessings by themselves tend to close our eyes. We do not come to know Him in the blessing, but in the breaking. --Chip Brogden

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  1. Cheryl-Amy CaseyDecember 28, 2010 at 8:26 PM

    Beautifully written very poignant! thank you for sharing your experiences with us!

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