tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81737638270777848872024-03-13T11:14:56.950-05:00((When Life Hands You Lemons))Valerie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17988271436047324848noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173763827077784887.post-30733425693392157382012-01-26T14:20:00.001-06:002012-01-26T14:25:57.022-06:00New Blog Title = New Life<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">LIFE'S LEMONADE: SECRET INGREDIENT #1- God.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For the past month and 21 days, I have been trying to forget what was. I've tried fueling my anger, sulking in my sadness, faking a smile, and probably whatever other coping mechanism I could come up with. It's time to leave it behind. In just 26 more days, I have no other choice. I will be leaving the state of Kentucky. Leaving the place the last 2 1/2 years of memories were made. Walking away and never turning back. It's a bittersweet feeling, but it's what has to be done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I was reading a friend of mine's blog post today. She reminded me that God always has a plan for you. I think it's hard to see that way sometimes. It's extremely hard for me right now. But I know it's true. I know that this life will work out. I hope and I pray that I will love like I have again, and hopefully even more. I pray my children will grow up to be loving, caring, respectable adults unlike their earthly father. I pray they grow up to be like their Father- God. And I pray every day that God will use me, will make me a better example for my children. I know I come up very short, but I don't want to anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">For those of you who have read before, you'll probably notice I deleted my old posts. It's better that way. The past is just that, the past. And I'm walking away from it. One of the things that made me realize I had to do it now was my MIL. I haven't spoken to her for some time, and when I spoke with her yesterday I realized how much <em>easier</em> it was not speaking to her. There are many reasons why, but the one I want to focus on right now is that the <em>only</em> thing she talks about is my husband. And it makes me angry. I was doing <em>so </em>good. I was making progress. I was focusing on the future. And then she has to jump in and remind me- Oh hey, yeah, he loves you by the way. He misses you and the kids so much. He's so sorry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Sorry. I guess Justin Timberlake was right, sometimes it's just too late to apologize.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">ANYWAYS. So- that is why I'm starting my blog over. I don't need any more reminders. I'm slowly ridding them in my house, and my Facebook, and wherever else they may pop up. Bear with me as I may suddenly have an unexpected emotional breakdown when it's all over. Once it's <em>really</em> over. I'm not ready for that yet, but I'm definitely getting there, and that's enough for me right now.</span>Valerie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17988271436047324848noreply@blogger.com0