I am in a program of recovery for those whose lives have been affected by someone else's drinking, drug use, mental illness. I am newly learning faith, hope, and courage, practices not witnessed by me, in my childhood, with my family. Sadly, No Contact, as a last resort, is how I keep safe from diminishing words and actions directed at me. I think I have listened for the last time to how I deserve mistreatment. By holding out for something more wholesome and loving, I have been both banished and demanded to return. I prefer serenity to proximity. I will continue with my program and faith in the best possible outcome, so long as I do my part-- to stalk GOD as if my life depends on it.
The thing about stalking God – um, there are probably lots of things about stalking God, but one that instantly springs to mind is – when you stalk God, it means that God has already got YOU. You take one step, he rushes all the rest of the way and grabs you up.
There’s more to it than that, but that’s the nub of the event called your life.
Thank you—I love that, The nub!
Magda Gee