How little we give credit to God for always being there even if we are not aware
I had many years of heartaches, confusion and inner battles. They were blessed by interruptions of small victories and inner peace.
Some parts of this blog will be about resulting fruits of my tree of life
I have to thank two communities of nuns I lived with nine years combined
The first community, a worthwhile experience left me with beautiful memories and friends.
The second, I would rather forget. I had the pleasure of living with some incredible human beings. But the experience was hurtful.
The mighty church, of course, was involved with its lack of compassion and band aid solutions.
My thanks to friends who helped me sort through the tangled mesh of hurt and disappointments.
First and foremost my gratitude goes to the one who put up with all my anger, confusion, loss of faith and disbelief that God had abandoned me in my hour of need
God who knows me better than I do myself.
I doubt that adequate words of thanks to God will ever be written