Hardest Blow To My Face In A While ….?
From The Dining Room In My Soul …
Thursday, November 15, 2018 at 9:13 am.
O My Father—O Father Of Mine? Unless You intervene? I am finished! There is not a smidgen of hope left within me. My heart is tore into a million pieces. I can’t go on, my Father!
You give me something concrete to grab on to? I can’t see how I can get over this blow! What on earth for am I proclaiming the restoration of my family?
Everyday? I get the notification emails about a new post or comment or photo.
I head to Facebook hoping in my heart they remember to honor their mother somehow, but! Nothing! Instead?
Happy faces. Shorter skirts. Lower necklines. A moral standard? Whatever for? Anything goes as long as you are happy! Amazingly beautiful homes. Happy gatherings. Travels all over the world. Love and hate as they see fit. Applauded by the world at large. The life of success, but!
Not a sign that they even have a mother. How can I accept the immoral lifestyle of homosexuality and now the Pollyanna relationships among my children? I can’t. I won’t.
Perhaps the best thing I can do right now is to quit.
Quit Facebook. Quit posting. Quit hoping. Quit reaching out. Quit replying. Just quit bothering with this insanity ridden world period.
I will shut down the Internet. I refuse to keep hoping for something that it is not to happen. My sanity is at stake, but? You are in control of it all.
That’s it! I feel better now.
I won’t even let anyone know of my decision. I no longer am what I used to be. You have given me the power and the reason to keep to myself. Thanks, my Father.