Monday, November 25, 2013

Thanksgiving from 3 angles, only one is "normal" [part 1 of 3]

For me... this will be a bit "uncensored", ok? So... for some of you, be careful.
I'm just being honest...

Blessings come in many forms. As I just couldn’t come up with anything to post the other night. I realized later that, sometimes, it almost seems like I need to type that to get to the point where I can be relaxed enough to let a post come. 
I’ve read online, enjoyed testimonies of thanksgiving yesterday @ LW, & thought about it. Howsoever, I realize that there may be a lot more to this than we usually think about. Yes, I am thankful for the normal things we all list. [this will be "part 3". A "normal" thinking list of thankfulness]

Can I go a little off the usual path?

I’m thankful for what hasn’t happened to me. 

My parents are still alive. [didn’t die very young] They didn’t up & leave. They are still in love with each other. [you'd think they got married last Sat.] They are both, happily, a part of my life. By choice, theirs & mine. [The best time to be your child’s friend… is when they no longer live at home]

Unlike some, I never got addicted to drugs or alcohol. 

While I never had siblings, in the normal sense, I also never lost any.  However… I’ve been “selected” to be a brother to many wonderful people. [a few of them even refused to allow the “in-law” part to be spoken]

I was never abducted. 

No one I love has been murdered. [in front of me or otherwise]

Not only was I not aborted… it was never “tried” [attempted] on me, either.

I’ve never had to watch someone get tortured. 
One of the hardest things I’ve ever said to someone close to me about my abuse… “Jesus & I are similar…& not really. How we are similar: we were both abused. It wasn’t our fault. How we are different… at least my Dad…didn’t have to watch.” [I think this is the first time that this came to mind...& I didn't cry. When I told them this I could barely say it.]
Strange the things that can come out of "twisted darkness". 

I'm not sure how to end this, really. [how do you follow that?] So I guess this is a "cliff hanger" post. I hope it's ok to share such things with you. The next post will pick up from here. And go a bit "further down the rabbit hole" as it were. So, as is typical for me, I guess the only thing I can end with from here is a song. Thank you Neal Morse [, Mike Portnoy & friends] for this tune.
Flying Colors - The Storm ["...don't cry, or be afraid, some things only, can be made, in the storm..."]

May His grace drip from your fingers,

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