K is having some issues with it but she knows I'm doing it to better our lives. Because she knows this, and is reminded frequently, she is attempting to be okay with it. We make the most of our time together when we get it, snuggle when we can, and make due when we can't. It's an adjustment but it will be good for us.
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| Peridot, aka Peri |
The last change that's happened is again about me. As of this past Monday, I am back in college!! I am pursuing my A.A.S. for Paralegal. I hope to be done in 2 years but it might take a bit longer if the classes are competitive to get into. I'm also taking all the ASL classes that I can get into. It won't count as a double major since I don't plan to take the other courses that would go along with majoring in ASL, however I would love to become fluent and maybe take some of the interpreter specific classes as well. I believe this would be a marketable skill. Even just at the retail store where I work it would be marketable. I had a group of 3 come through my line last night that was deaf. The smile they gave me when I was able to sign "good night" to them (i forgot what the sign for "have" is) was so awesome!!!!!
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| Image found via Google. I do not own it. |
So, if you're interested, here is my essay titled "My Personal Path to Peace"
My Personal
Path to Peace
I have always believed
in God and was raised in the Christian Church. However, this never translated
into much when it came to my everyday life or how I handled what I considered to
be big things. That is until an actual big thing happened in the lives of my
family.
April 26, 2013 will
forever be known to me as the day everything changed. Prior to that day, we
were your typical blended family. We had “baby mama drama” (the “baby” being 13
at the time), my husband went to work, our two kids went to school, we had
visitation with his oldest, everything was normal. Even that day started out
fairly normal. I was in Yellow Springs, Ohio shopping with my stepson’s mother
(okay so maybe was not totally normal) when I got a text message from my
husband. Our five year old daughter told him that his oldest child, my stepson,
molested her. We were floored! How could this have happened? We did all of the
appropriate things; we called the county sheriff, we took her to get checked
out at the hospital, she spoke to a social worker, and we took her to get
counseling.
Through all of this, I relied on
God like I never had before. Sure, I questioned Him and railed against Him, but
through it all He was my strength to get through the meetings and counseling
sessions that followed. Through this horrible event, I learned that I cannot
handle things on my own. I have to let go of things that I cannot control and
allow God to do his thing.
There is a beautiful peace that
comes when you realize that you do not have to handle everything on your own.
To know that it is perfectly okay to be carried, as in the Footprints poem. My
prayer is that one day everyone could experience this peace, preferably without
the life-altering and traumatic event taking place. I believe that the world
would be so much better if only we would simply allow ourselves to be carried
by God.


3 comments:
I feel you on being raised in the Christian faith but it not being deeply rooted. It wasn't until going through divorce, wirlwind romance to new marriage, Zach getting sick and burying two stillborns in the same calendar year. I suddenly found myself realizing what the true ownership of having "Faith in God".
:'(
Anon #1: Sucks that it takes such drastic measures to get through to us. :(
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