Until Now
Yesterday, my husband asked, "why does it take so long?" I was busy running out the door to meet the girls so I didn't really answer. I don't really have an answer, I just know it takes a long time for children from abusive homes to heal. To be clear, professional's consider physical, emotional, sexual, neglect and isolation all under the umbrella of child abuse. As I was driving to meet the girls for a morning of fabulous farmers market finds, I caught a little bit of a show on the Christian radio station I love. The host talked about our culture being a microwave culture. I thought, yep it sure is. Then he went on to talk about the crockpot. Ah, yes, the slow cooker. Again, I'm one to believe in Godincidences. A friend once called them that. There's no such thing as a coincidence. My husband literally just asked me why it was taking so long? I thought, well, shoot there you go. We're cooking with the slow cooker and it's okay. There's no quick fix when it comes to healing it takes time.
Several people have asked me why we never said anything until now. Honestly, we were so focused on our family and making sure we were doing the right thing, we didn't want to bring attention to ourselves. We wanted to be sure our son, still in high school, where her mother worked continued to have a positive experience. Thankfully, he has. It was important to protect him too.
Our focus was living a normal life and helping her try to move on and heal from where she came from. We knew there would come a time to tell our story. Last summer, I was eager to tell but the time wasn't right. Looking back, the story would have been pretty short. I felt like we had so much and we did but so much more would happen. God was going to show us many more things as the months went on. It wasn't time to tell our story. I believe this is only the beginning of her story and experiences helping others.
I Woke up this morning and it was still raining. It had been raining for ten hours. I made coffee and straightened the kitchen as it looked like someone made Mac and cheese late last night. I was thinking about what my husband said about healing take time. I thought, ugh, it's really not fair. I don't usually go into super sad mode but the rain didn't help with my mood. I scrolled through my social media and came upon a blog that a friend shared. It's called Flawed Yet Called. The post I read is called, The Day God Gave Me More Than I Could Handle. I wasn't feeling overwhelmed this morning, just kind of blah about things. I read the post and as I continued reading to the end, the author shared, Proverbs 3:5-6 "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight." Boom! There it was again. Trust Me 
A friend commented on a recent blog post. I'm a pottery lover and I love her reference to Kintsugi. Fixed with gold! How amazing! Remember I saw yellow the first day I met her? There are no coincidences.


A friend commented on a recent blog post. I'm a pottery lover and I love her reference to Kintsugi. Fixed with gold! How amazing! Remember I saw yellow the first day I met her? There are no coincidences.
