Welcome back, (((robdar))).
jgnat of the "always last to the party" class
i finally got my head out of my ass, got some things done, and most importantly i am no longer suffering withdrawal from the vicodin that i took for 3 months before and after my surgery.
golly, that stuff is not good for you.
causes depression, crying jags, bad tempers, etc.
Welcome back, (((robdar))).
jgnat of the "always last to the party" class
before you read the following.
i would like to explain that i in no way hold the jehovah's witness beliefs, so please read the complete thought to fully understand my point.
i looked at all these people that were elders, pioneers, and strong witnesses and figured i did not measure up.
Very nicely written. You shared your heart on the matter, and got to the heart of the matter. Thank you for your thoughts.
i have been wandering around the board for a while now, and have decided it is time to contribute a bit of my history.
i have described my involvement with the witnesses as being from the outside looking in.
my sweet honey has been trying for two years to get reinstated.
Concerned Mama, intense but funny is what I am shooting for. Glad to hear I am hitting the mark. LDH, I hate cliffhangers, too! Problem is, writing takea a lot longer than reading. Your good-humored pressure is keeping me moving, though. Thanks. uggg, great to hear from you, hahaha. Nilifun, your drawings rock. Here is the next instalment.
A Parents Grief
When my boy was twelve, I had a dream. He was trapped inside a burning building. The firemen were there, but they were standing around watching. I screamed and cried at the top of the lungs; but nothing I could do would get them moving. I had this dream at a point of crisis with my son. He had become angry, withdrawn, depressed, suicidal. My boy described his day as wading through molasses. Just getting through the daily routine was exhausting for him. I had been cooperating with the school and pleading with the professionals . They all politely listened to my story, thanked me for my time, and handed me their business card. Until I had a stack of business cards half an inch thick. That was the closest I came to having a nervous breakdown myself. My tears finally helped get the right support for me and my son. What followed was two years of psychiatric counselling.
This experience permanently changed everyone in our little family. I stopped trying to do what everyone said was right. It was turning me in to a pretzel. I learned to trust my mothers heart in dealing with my children. My son found out there was absolutely nothing I wouldnt do because I loved him that much. That was very useful for later, when he was 19 and towered over me. My daughter put aside her own needs and dreams for those two years. She did what had to be done so that I could take care of her brother. That helped grow her in to a sympathetic and selfless woman, almost to a fault. After pouring out my problems to hordes of strangers, a dam burst inside my head. Now, whatever is in there, spills out. That can be both good and bad. Mom! How can I show my face at the office? They know everything! I developed a new perspective on life. Even though my church was going through a split, I could not involve myself in the pettiness. What did all of that matter when I could have lost my son? I picked up some unanswered questions that plague me to this day. I do not know why God did not intervene, zap my boy, and make it all better.
A side benefit of all those counselling sessions, is that I finally worked out my grief over my mom. I admitted I was angry at her for not being the mommy who raised me. She was a shell of what she had been, and I wanted my mommy back. I buried my old mom dead and gone, and went about discovering who this other woman was. As if she were a stranger I went about discovering her interests, and finding new ways to connect. My children were there to see her hug me, and watch me glow under her frail attentions. I saw my cards and letter arrayed on the walls, erasing earlier memories of chopped up childhood photos. My two strapping teens must have been bored to tears those couple of days I hung out with my mom, but they never let on. They told me later that they saw how happy I was, and agreed between themselves to make no waves. I was so proud of them, my heart was bursting.
Edited by - jgnat on 26 September 2002 0:20:32
purple clouds dance across a darkened night sky, hiding away the moons bright showering light, .
stealing away the joy that dissipates our pain, bringing forth rain that seems so like our tears, .
forming endless rivers of past drowned out dreams, leaving us to face our cold and hard reality .
Made me feel, made me think. Sign of a good poem.
you see, this is what happens when i stay up too late.
that third one is an actual undoctored photo.
his eyes just look like that.
Thanks, I needed that!
I am bored today. Want to help me make a list of Pet Peeves? Any subject.
got a job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wooooooooooooooooooo hoooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
it is in a place i like working and it is only for friday and saturday nights right now.
hi everyone, something has been on my mind lately and i would really appreciate some comments.
i've posted a few topic discussions on my story as a dub, recent dicoveries of wt tampering with the bible translations they use and the subsequent emotions that came from learning that so many things i was taught growing up are lies, and about visiting various churches (chuck swindoll etc).
here's what has been on mind the last few days.
Let's see if I can add some thoughts that might help you. My pastor used to say, "Sitting in a garage doesn't make you a car". I figure this means there has to be some action on the part of someone who claims to be "saved" for it to be true. For me, saved was literal. God saved me from a terrible situation. I was broken and lost with nothing to offer when God picked me up. I think this is the way the expression should be used. I responded with the following quote on another thread asking the question, "Are Born Agains Qualified to Help JW's?"
I believe those who claim to be "Born Again" come in many shapes and sizes. i.e. Joe Jerk finds God. Next week, he is pushing a bible in the face of his family and friends instead of a beer. I used to puzzle over this for years. Now I figure, God needs to do more renovation work on some. Over time, Joe figures out that some of those bible verses also apply to his behavior.Is everyone who claims to be saved or Born Again actually so? Probably not. Only God knows the heart. I think no one will know until the seal is broken on the Lamb's Book of Life. On the other hand, I notice the WTS puts a lot of stake in outward works as evidence that your "eternal life" card has not expired. Lin, I hope you don't get stuck on that. In my experience, I am a far better Christian when I pay attention to my inner voice, be flexible, and grow in kindness and love day by day.
just last night i tried to talk with my sister about things going on with the jws, she gave me a book (a jw book) of course, that says the "worlds religions" are going to receive god's judgment against them.
the book is called 'isaiah's prophecy" i went on line to do research and found this place.
now what's really interresting to me about this is; this man (a jw) has used the same scriptures the jws used against christendom churches, to kick the witnesses asses with.
Monster, you are driving me crazy! Are you talking about http://www.watchman.org ? Who was the author? What was the title of the article? This is not the WTS any more. I need references!
Thanks, and I agree that the article is very well written.