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Siberian_Khatru
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So, I didn't sign on with the intention of plastering a long winded story about how I was saved, but as the verse goes: "Whoever acknowledges me before men, I will also acknowledge him before my Father in heaven."
Age 17 (approximately) is when I fell out of the faith and convictions I was brought up with. A year or two later, I realized I had little to no basis to drop my former beliefs, so I came around, but not full circle; I remained a rather passive Christian.
Age 19: I meet my first love, and we spend 4 years of our lives together. But no matter how hard or fast we fall for one another, our relationship is a struggle - primarily financially. The uphill battle invariably takes it's toll on both of us; she's broken and dumps me. The relationship is left somewhat open ended, with the prospect of working things out in the future. So, I stay living with her and take quarter in another bedroom.
A month goes by, and I analyze myself up and down, day in and day out, through all the heartache. I actually think that we can make things work, based off of my own revelations! Alas, she hooks up with a friend she hasn't seen in years, and I overhear them rounding first base in her bedroom on my way to feed the dog. . .
My heart is broken a second time, my confidence is shaken, and I begin to regress into my melancholy stupor. But a book my mom lends helps me in reaffirming some of my opinions on having a relationship with the Lord; this book is The Shack. I also begin attending church with my parents.
My ex continues to bring this guy around, despite my proclamation of the emotional laceration it has on me. She's unmoved by our talks, and I can't bear another day of it, so I admit defeat and move back in with my folks.
Here's where it gets good!
I enroll in school, I reconnect with some long lost friends and make some new ones, I grow immensely - spiritually and mentally - and I "find myself" so to speak. I finally come full circle!
My ex? I don't think it's appropriate for me to list the tragedies that befall her, but I will say life isn't good to her. Whether Murphy's Law befalls her as a proportionate response to her attitude towards me or not is beyond me. I continue to pray for her well being and happiness, regardless.
They say time heals all wounds. I think this applies to most people; however, I believe some wounds leave scars. A part of me will always love her, and thus, I continue to experience some heartache to this day - a year later. But a lot of good came out of it, and one very important lesson I learned from the pain is that: wisdom is not something that comes with age alone. It comes from your experiences, and what you decide to take away from them.
For those who took the time to read, thanks! And God bless!
Age 17 (approximately) is when I fell out of the faith and convictions I was brought up with. A year or two later, I realized I had little to no basis to drop my former beliefs, so I came around, but not full circle; I remained a rather passive Christian.
Age 19: I meet my first love, and we spend 4 years of our lives together. But no matter how hard or fast we fall for one another, our relationship is a struggle - primarily financially. The uphill battle invariably takes it's toll on both of us; she's broken and dumps me. The relationship is left somewhat open ended, with the prospect of working things out in the future. So, I stay living with her and take quarter in another bedroom.
A month goes by, and I analyze myself up and down, day in and day out, through all the heartache. I actually think that we can make things work, based off of my own revelations! Alas, she hooks up with a friend she hasn't seen in years, and I overhear them rounding first base in her bedroom on my way to feed the dog. . .
My heart is broken a second time, my confidence is shaken, and I begin to regress into my melancholy stupor. But a book my mom lends helps me in reaffirming some of my opinions on having a relationship with the Lord; this book is The Shack. I also begin attending church with my parents.
My ex continues to bring this guy around, despite my proclamation of the emotional laceration it has on me. She's unmoved by our talks, and I can't bear another day of it, so I admit defeat and move back in with my folks.
Here's where it gets good!
I enroll in school, I reconnect with some long lost friends and make some new ones, I grow immensely - spiritually and mentally - and I "find myself" so to speak. I finally come full circle!
My ex? I don't think it's appropriate for me to list the tragedies that befall her, but I will say life isn't good to her. Whether Murphy's Law befalls her as a proportionate response to her attitude towards me or not is beyond me. I continue to pray for her well being and happiness, regardless.
They say time heals all wounds. I think this applies to most people; however, I believe some wounds leave scars. A part of me will always love her, and thus, I continue to experience some heartache to this day - a year later. But a lot of good came out of it, and one very important lesson I learned from the pain is that: wisdom is not something that comes with age alone. It comes from your experiences, and what you decide to take away from them.
For those who took the time to read, thanks! And God bless!
