tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post2962784455669764862..comments2024-02-07T23:39:51.595-05:00Comments on The Contents of My Head: Not Ordinary Love Songs--Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00634179030174821176noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-49857745134102010342013-11-18T20:53:43.574-05:002013-11-18T20:53:43.574-05:00Thank you, Lowen. From another writer, you know yo...Thank you, Lowen. From another writer, you know your words of affirmation encourage me. Thanks for reading.--Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00634179030174821176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-61827377880229673172013-11-18T20:46:33.864-05:002013-11-18T20:46:33.864-05:00This was amazing to read. Thank you.This was amazing to read. Thank you.Lowenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03540424960365710937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-47169609202023147512013-11-18T19:25:48.430-05:002013-11-18T19:25:48.430-05:00Rebecca, read Singing Eagle's post from today ...Rebecca, read Singing Eagle's post from today On the Grace blog. She nails it.<br /><br />Are you OK today. I'm tired of not being OK. For me, I can't believe I let a girl, even one I loved with all my heart, bring me to my knees. My daughter and I looked at pictures from our rehearsal dinner 24 years ago. What happened? My ex wanted to just throw it all away, including our wedding portraits, but my daughter saved them. They are valuable to her because we were once a very happy family. Do you remember the Barney Hug, the big purple dinosaur, " I love you, you love me, were are a big happy family" We did that all the time.<br /><br />I have read many of your posts so I have a glimmer of understanding about your life.<br /><br />My question to you is, "are we being attacked?" I don't mean the N's in our lives, they are only the tools used to attack us. My exes maiden name is Jobe. That's what makes me think about that question. Plus, our deep abiding faith going back to our teen years. When I was first attacked 6 years ago with one of those horrible rages over nothing and then banished from her presence for a month, I read and re-read Job over and over. I think I need to do it again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-6694791777507116812013-11-18T15:38:39.283-05:002013-11-18T15:38:39.283-05:00Thank you, Fellow Survivor. Yes, draining is a goo...Thank you, Fellow Survivor. Yes, draining is a good word.<br />I long for the reconciliation and unity and security that the future will hold. But in the meantime, we can just help carry each other. Thanks again for stopping by.<br />--Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00634179030174821176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-71716905813077754652013-11-18T15:21:05.080-05:002013-11-18T15:21:05.080-05:00Rebecca, you write for all of us. I too move in a...Rebecca, you write for all of us. I too move in and out of deep despair, and I too was moved and joyful at Sunday's worship service. Totally at peace. And then right back to reality. We really need to get out of this funk. It is so draining. <br />Fellow SurvivorAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-34982493594477596472013-11-17T22:30:58.156-05:002013-11-17T22:30:58.156-05:00Thank you, Mary. You are so faithful to read those...Thank you, Mary. You are so faithful to read those thoughts.<br />And I am thankful to have words again today. Words are worship from me. I hope that at the end of my days, the positive ones stand as my Magnificat. (And the negatives are swallowed up by his victory.)<br />--Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00634179030174821176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-26850564780801622972013-11-17T22:22:07.280-05:002013-11-17T22:22:07.280-05:00These deep thoughts you bear is one reason I so ad...These deep thoughts you bear is one reason I so admire you. Your ability to express these thoughts so clearly is a gift from God. Thank you.glenwiedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13218402658710217669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-17365570999626579832013-11-17T21:26:49.539-05:002013-11-17T21:26:49.539-05:00Oh, dear. I shall have to put it in my will that a...Oh, dear. I shall have to put it in my will that at least the journals get cremated!--Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00634179030174821176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-76172093778937405462013-11-17T21:21:27.825-05:002013-11-17T21:21:27.825-05:00When you die, we are going to publish your prayer ...When you die, we are going to publish your prayer journals posthumously as, "The Confessions of St. Rebecca".Dcsunshine7https://www.blogger.com/profile/09286127336461555506noreply@blogger.com