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Monday 17 June 2013

The Hidden Lady---Revealed!


My Story. Ok, everyone likes a tear jerker now and then.
Maybe you won’t cry but I might get a little moist around
the eyes just remembering…On the surface I may look
 like an ordinary Mennonite housewife, clad in dresses
 and a head covering. So why did I stick my neck out
and blog for all those unknown people in the Greater
World? To put it simply it’s because I identified with
 them. And because I identified, I cared, and when one’s heart is moved with compassion, they got to do something
about it right? Well, it seems like the only thing I could do
that was truly effective was write, so write I did—do. ;^).
S’cuse my grammar!


I wasn’t always a Mennonite
My Mom was, but she got swept away from the center of the current when she fell in love with someone who didn’t
grow up “in the church”.(Not talking about the building here! He joined the church, but soon tired of it, I suppose, and took his family far away. Well, far enough away at least, that they didn’t come back very often. That would have been fine for some people, I suppose, but Mom was lonesome for her beloved family and beloved church. When Marilyn, hey, that’s me! Came along,
 she soon learned that those relatives of Mom’s were pretty
special people. You know, like as in kind and caring.
This information would become more valuable to her
 in the years to come, because she was growing up
in a family that was more or less isolated from the
 main stream of society. And did you know tha
t folks that don’t blend in might have something to hide?
 Maybe not, but for some reason they aren’t comfortable
 with their neighbours and the children suffer, Mom and Dad
suffer, we all suffer. People need people.
Things happened that left terrible scars.
 Let that suffice for now, but those wounds went really
 deep and took a long time to heal. I thought I had forgiven
 my Dad. Hey, everyone knows that’s the Christian thing to do
 but you know what? I didn’t know the first thing
 about forgiveness until…
Let’s get back to those kind and loving relatives.
 Do you know the story about how Old Man North Wind and
 Little Miss Sunshine both decided to take off this man’s coat?
Old Man North Wind
 huffed and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed
 but that poor, shivering man clung to his coat tighter than ever.
 Well, it was little Miss Sunshine’s turn to give it a try.
 She beamed at the man and snuggled up to him ‘til he
 was so warm that…well you know the rest, he
 didn’t need that ole shell any more.
My Christian relatives, and others in the church
were like Miss Sunshine; so warm and inviting
that they just drew me in. But I didn’t forget the pain.
No sirree. God used them in a major way to help heal
the wounds from my childhood.
My heart went out, nay, overflowed towards children
who were also suffering from abuse. I wanted so badly
 to take suffering children into our home and help them
 find happiness and healing. But that wasn’t supposed to be.
 I have a feeling the Heavenly Father knew I was too fragile
 emotionally while my own children were still around me to
 handle more than I was at that time.
But as I truly learned to forgive,
 I healed …and the children were growing.
 I am a Grandma now, with more time on my hands,
 and I still care about you.
  If there’s any post that you find especially
 poignant, I’m glad.
May it really bless you,
and pray for me that I can continue to be a channel
of God’s love. He has done so much for me,
that I yearn so deeply to share it with those
 of you who have never been touched
 by those Healing Rays. I wish I knew you personally.
Let's meet in heaven someday and have

   a nice....long....chat.

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