tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668796948874901630.post8731251354847784508..comments2024-03-25T06:18:09.620-06:00Comments on Dear Ethel,: Flu and the PastBeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15972291927652716856noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668796948874901630.post-13406795053151891552008-05-19T00:59:00.000-06:002008-05-19T00:59:00.000-06:00Nice to meet you,I'm from Japan. Glad to meet you....Nice to meet you,<BR/>I'm from Japan. <BR/>Glad to meet you.<BR/> <BR/>Indeed I am sorry,Please link to this site.<BR/>Keep it up please.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668796948874901630.post-9868457955453689752008-05-17T20:47:00.000-06:002008-05-17T20:47:00.000-06:00Dear Lynn,Powerful post....hits close to home! Th...Dear Lynn,<BR/><BR/>Powerful post....hits close to home! Those post-traumatic flashes can hit at the strangest times and in the strangest circumstances. Sorry you are dealing with more "stuff" that has come up. I am glad you can work things out in your writing. I am also glad to be part of the community that supports you with our prayers. Thank you for sharing your heart with us.<BR/><BR/>I hope you are feeling better. I will say that I have had 9 (yes nine!) colds this school term. The thing that finally turned the tide for me was a Neti Pot -- one of those sinus lavage thingies. Miracle tool! Use it all the time now, and haven't had a cold since! Might help, is minimally invasive, and very economical.<BR/><BR/>From my heart to yours,<BR/><BR/>Nory<BR/><BR/>P.S. Got the cut AND color -- just what the doctor ordered!Nory Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04918192478597981088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668796948874901630.post-7190671820556549002008-05-17T09:52:00.000-06:002008-05-17T09:52:00.000-06:00I think I was given the most important advice of m...I think I was given the most important advice of my life from a VERY OLD lady when I was in my early twenties. I was telling her the details of my childhood. She looked me in my face and told me how much she loved me and that she was going to say something contary to all popular psychology. I will always remember she said " Don't go digging up the past, cause all you get is Dirty" . She told me to walk away from everyone involved in my abuse and Never look back. For some reason I took that to heart, now 15 yrs. later, my childhood abuse is a minor detail of my life. My children & husband, my friends, my ministry ( notice family is missing) define me, not some sick person's betrayal of a child. Lynn you are worthy and loveable, because Christ suffered on the cross for you, embrace and Rejoice, that it is today and not yesterday. I pray for youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668796948874901630.post-52132394728158501472008-05-17T04:55:00.000-06:002008-05-17T04:55:00.000-06:00are you feeling better? and how did you come up wi...are you feeling better? and how did you come up with "Beula" - is it a family name? A biblical name? Interesting choice - I had never heard it before???Vickiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05452333714845476967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668796948874901630.post-44606917158683465112008-05-16T17:58:00.000-06:002008-05-16T17:58:00.000-06:00There's a saying in 12 Step rooms: Let us love you...There's a saying in 12 Step rooms: Let us love you until you love yourself.<BR/><BR/>I, for one, am a speck of the waves that will carry you to shore. & if I can love you -- or my friends, family, dogs, the peonies, reading, broccoli in garlic sauce -- I have the raw material to love myself as well.<BR/><BR/>As do you, dear Lynn. Because you love so many people, animals & things. & because you've survived to make your life, & your self, more completely whole each day.<BR/><BR/>Hot Crystal Lite lemonade for bronchial stuff. & a book that won't make you suffer.<BR/><BR/>love to you --Frances Kuffelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14928021465309402200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668796948874901630.post-63187735253839547272008-05-15T14:55:00.000-06:002008-05-15T14:55:00.000-06:00I was going to write and say that Helen talked abo...I was going to write and say that Helen talked about "what is normal" a long time ago and that it stayed with me. I think it was in a comment on my blog. It was sort of a note that said - that I kept talking about normal (wanting to be normal) and that maybe I needed to rethink that. I did rethink that. I don't think that it is possible for me to be "normal" with my background. I can only "aim" for what seems right and makes the most sense and then move that way.Vickiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05452333714845476967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668796948874901630.post-61441315759500594412008-05-15T12:29:00.000-06:002008-05-15T12:29:00.000-06:00Vickie mentioned something about "normal" the othe...Vickie mentioned something about "normal" the other day and I think her point applies here...what is "normal"? Does it matter? I think it does matter to us, somehow, and we probably judge ourselves for that too. But "normal" is not an absolute...like so many other things, it's only what each person thinks it is. Personally, while I'd love to be what I consider "normal" size and eat what I consider to be like a "normal" person, other than that I like being different, not "normal".<BR/><BR/>While my sexual abuse as a child was clearly not as pervasive as yours was, I do understand how it is not to want to remember (and to actually not be ABLE to remember). I also know that part of taking care of myself is accepting that part of my past...not defining myself by it, but not denying it either. Talking about it as openly as is appropriate. That seems to take some of the power out of it...keeping the secret gives your abuser(s) the power to still affect your life long after the physical abuse has ended. I hate the idea of giving my abuser that power.<BR/><BR/>By the way...hello, Lynn...nice to meet you. :-)Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07856254838049366414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668796948874901630.post-53819535981123556102008-05-15T10:51:00.000-06:002008-05-15T10:51:00.000-06:00When I get tired of it all I lay on the couch and ...When I get tired of it all I lay on the couch and watch movies with my daughter.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06400492104098347769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668796948874901630.post-57908257805808791542008-05-15T10:50:00.001-06:002008-05-15T10:50:00.001-06:00Let your mess be your message. I love that. I do...Let your mess be your message. I love that. I don't think I will ever be like people that I think of as "normal" but that does not mean I cannot be valuable. I am valuable in my own way. Using our messes to help others. I'd like to forget the messes but they never completely go away. They are a part of me. I love that you wrote about this. It helps me. I think our broken-ness is our strength. It keeps us seeking and reaching. But I get tired of it all, too.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06400492104098347769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668796948874901630.post-78270969777599460152008-05-15T10:50:00.000-06:002008-05-15T10:50:00.000-06:00Let your mess be your message. I love that. I do...Let your mess be your message. I love that. I don't think I will ever be like people that I think of as "normal" but that does not mean I cannot be valuable. I am valuable in my own way. Using our messes to help others. I'd like to forget the messes but they never completely go away. They are a part of me. I love that you wrote about this. It helps me. I think our broken-ness is our strength. It keeps us seeking and reaching. But I get tired of it all, too.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06400492104098347769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668796948874901630.post-18812910853528654442008-05-15T10:00:00.000-06:002008-05-15T10:00:00.000-06:00I'm sorry you are sick and I hope you feel better....I'm sorry you are sick and I hope you feel better.<BR/><BR/>I don't see you as a perpetual victim AT ALL. In fact, you're such an inspiration to other people with your strength, wit, writing and creativity. <BR/><BR/>I have not been in your shoes. My dad used to hit and yell at me when I was a little girl which is nothing AT ALL like your experiences. I don't know what you mean by clean; I just know you are loved by a lot of people and I'm sure it's hard for you to see that. I also see you incorporating a lot of God's love in your life.<BR/><BR/>**hugs and more hugs**Lori G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02167055316077502640noreply@blogger.com