The Truth is Told

The work, or words, that I offer you come from being broken over a long period of time. They are backed up by personal experience of how the outside world cannot being you healing. It can only mirror your healing!

Now that my suffering is over, for the most part, I get deep satisfaction from writing about how I survived it one day at a time. I seldom cry any more, although my soul is rich from the tears I did cry.

God and I have gone a few rounds, Him winning every one of them. He never spoke to me. He just listened, and that was healing enough.

I can listen to you just like God and never reply, just like Him. We can do that for one another, but not in the way that you think. It doesn’t mean your ears wearily listening to a human complaint machine. Far from it. It means tuning into the wavelength of suffering humanity and being silent in a deeply conscious way. You don’t know who you are listening to; you are simply listening.

After writing some serious words, I also like to tell you about my very ordinary kind of life. I went to T. J. Maxx and Marshalls, just to get out of the house. It has been gloomy the whole month here, as it has in many places. It does me good to do that. I bought two cheap tops and returned home feeling better.

I am straightening up the house in preparation for my eye surgery next week. I love to putter around putting things to rights. So that’s it from me. Do your best or do your worst. It doesn’t seem to matter to God. He knows something we don’t know. It’s all just happening no matter what you may think of it. His plan, I mean.

Vicki Woodyard

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