Monday, November 17, 2008
told her I would do better
When I was 12 I came home from school on my bike and my mother told me to pack a bag. She was taking me to the psychiatric ward to stay for a while. I've never been able to cry, but I cried that day. I said please. Told her I would do better. Not that I ever really understood what I was doing wrong. I just knew she hated me. She seemed to have plenty of reasons. Once I adjusted to the hospital think I liked it. It was predicable. Quiet.
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Since I met your mother through your stories- I have had one single desire and it involves a back alley and a bat. But I know it would have made no difference to her wickedness at least it may have slowed her down. You truly survived an evil woman- I cry every time I think about this story. If only my tears could wash away the memory of it from your mind forever.
Another gutteral groan... she should have checked herself in. The corruption involved in her checking you in is really beyond understanding.
I am amazed at you... at all you have overcome.
Inspiring. Many would not have survived what you walked through.
You are a type of Hero that does not get acknowledged on billboards. Your place in the Heart of God is precious and I can not wait to hear His pronouncement over you in Heaven I imagine it will be sound something like this, but definitely better: WELL DONE, MY GOOD, FAITHFUL, PRECIOUS, GENTLE, OVERCOMING, LIONHEARTED, GENEROUS, POWERFUL SON, I AM PLEASED IN YOU- THANK YOU FOR COMING TO ME IN THE MIDST OF YOUR SUFFERING, I AM PROUD OF YOU IN EVERY WAY AND AM SO GLAD YOU ARE HOME NOW.
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