Someone asked me once how I coped, and after thinking a
moment I have decided. I do not cope. There is not a trick to getting along
with life. She can be a bitter companion; cruel, cold and heartless. What I do,
I think is much better. I hold dear the faith that makes me who I am and life
is measured by that faith and not the other way around.
So as a child when my Father died it was that faith in
Christ that allowed me to feel like I was a support to my Mother. When I lost
my grandparents (who I adored) it was my faith that held me. When my husband’s
Parent’s died it was our faith that kept us. When we had a son go crazy on
drugs and want to kill himself and or us it was that faith that allowed us to
stare him down and bring him back.
Coping is a scary word to me it says hang on if you can. Conserve
your energy help is on the way. But what I do is much different than that. I say
I will bend my knee to God and in that yielding He will make me pliable enough
not to break. I am the Rock that comes from the Corner Stone, and I will be the
one looking for a way to fix the issue and rebuild. Never cope with an issue
but the past to bed, know how it has changed you and Kiss the Sun Good Morning.
To Realists: Kissing the Sun Good Morning can melt your lips, as to the Moon, leave you as frozen as Ice. But here entails a faith that allows the Sun's heat turn luke and the Moon its cold to soup. Faith is all around and life knows it. Thank you for this enlightened writing. I will be reading alot more of yours. As for me, I have a way of both, but both still looking for hope.
Drift and Pulse
Personally, I am not into Organized Religion whatsoever ... Different strokes for different folks, as they say ... And so, whatever works for you, in keeping you strong and getting through situation after situation in life is fine by me, and I wish you all the best in pursuing it ... As for sons, you ain't alone lady ... It has only been a couple months back that I awoke to my son standing over me, while I slept, with a baseball bat drawn back with the intent to bash my head in because I had dared to run him off ... LOL! ... It's funny now, cause if you don't laugh you'll cry and when rebellious children see weakness they move in for the kill, maybe even literally ... So, I was forced to show my son a side of his dad he had never seen before ... Right now, he is in a lull, not doing good and not doing bad ... He is a binge addict and so we shall see what happens the next cycle go round, or if he finds a way to pull himself and his life together ... But when I saw him last and booted his a*s out the door he was insanely out of his mind from partying for over a week without sleep ... If you get the hint as to what he was doing ... Thanks for sharing ...
To Realists: Kissing the Sun Good Morning can melt your lips, as to the Moon, leave you as frozen as Ice. But here entails a faith that allows the Sun's heat turn luke and the Moon its cold to soup. Faith is all around and life knows it. Thank you for this enlightened writing. I will be reading alot more of yours. As for me, I have a way of both, but both still looking for hope.
Drift and Pulse
I am a published poet and love poetry. I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts.. more..