tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91827899167213337992024-03-19T01:26:14.187-07:00unHAPPILY MARRIEDEverything that glitters is not gold!MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.comBlogger183125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-89128853388976589842016-02-28T10:40:00.000-08:002016-02-28T10:40:29.641-08:00May I Be Excused?Life is funny. Not ha-ha funny, but unpredictable funny. Life will make you laugh at the outcome of some of the plans we make. We often laugh to keep from crying or maybe we laugh hysterically out of disbelief of how life has served us.<br />
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"When love is no longer being served, it's time to get up from the table." <i>Source unknown</i><br />
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When I was a young girl sitting at the dinner table with my family, my two sisters and I had to ask to be dismissed from the table when we finished eating. "May I be excused?" I remember asking like it was yesterday. My father would look at my plate, look at me, and then politely excuse me.<br />
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In regards to my marriage, I didn't ask to be excused. My Heavenly Father knew my heart. He knew I wanted my marriage to last until death; however, love was no longer being served. God gave me permission - He released me. God knows the heart of his children and He knows our wants and needs before we ask.<br />
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Religion told me to stay in my marriage as an unhappy woman. Religion told me to continue forgiving. Religion told me my husband needed my help. Religion told me it was wrong to divorce.<br />
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Hmmm...I'm not so sure about the accuracy of religion and marriage because the God <i>I</i> serve and intimately commune with told me to forgive my husband and get the hell out of my marriage. The only help my spouse needed was a divine touch from God; I could no longer help him as his helpmeet. Sometimes we have to learn how to get out of God's way. I learned.<br />
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<br />MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-25307651440233397042015-08-31T18:53:00.001-07:002015-08-31T18:56:30.480-07:00Life Happened...It's been almost a year since I've shared anything on this blog. I believe it's safe to say that life happened.<br />
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After twenty years of marriage, getting through the midnight hours, forgiving, praying, being faithful, looking beyond faults, biting my tongue, and being the wife God asked me to be, I've left my marriage. Well, let me say it this way - God has released me from my marriage.<br />
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I have no regrets; and I'm at peace with my decision. It wasn't a difficult decision because I believe my spouse left me before I left - not physically, but emotionally. I felt like I was the only one in our union who was married.<br />
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Hypocrite? Not at all. Everything I've shared on this blog is from my heart and I stand behind every word. Actions speak louder than words, so when a spouse's actions say they no longer want to work on the relationship, it's time to move on. Time was given, counseling was offered, and forgiveness was unconditional.<br />
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I didn't give up....I had to save myself.<br />
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To be continued...<br />
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<br />MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-33794941032180070322014-11-29T13:40:00.000-08:002014-11-29T13:42:32.920-08:00Short-end of the StickDaddy told me years ago that the woman gets the short end of the stick in the average marriage. While the man gets married and gains a helper, the woman becomes his helper. She too, should gain a helper if the marriage is any kind of partnership, yet if bound by husband / wife roles, she definitely gets the short end of the stick.<br />
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I've been conditioned / programmed by religion to believe in the old school roles of husband and wife. Well, no more. There's a new wife in town and she's got a few words to say...MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-13169590224570061532014-02-10T17:52:00.001-08:002014-02-10T17:52:23.639-08:00Through the Fire <br />
I thought quite a bit about a certain someone yesterday. After seeing her
pretty face in my mind several times, I finally caught the clue to pray for her.
She’s getting married soon, so I prayed for any last minute preparations she had
going on. I don’t think anyone knows the real deal about marriage unless someone
tells them. Most of us found out on our own after we made our vows before God
and a few witnesses. Well, you know me. I’ll tell you the real deal plus some!<br />
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Marriage is a beautiful union between two people who really don’t know each
other, but love each other so much they are willing to go through the fire of
love to get to know each other<i> after</i> saying, “I do.” Of course that
definition didn’t come until after I had been married a few years. I’ve shared
my marriage on several occasions through these meditations, so it’s no secret
that my marriage has spent a lot of time in the fire. I prayed for this certain
someone more than once and at midnight thirty last night, she was on my mind
again; so I prayed again. This time, I didn’t pray for last minute wedding
preparations, but that God would prepare her mind, her body, and her soul for
her walk through the fire of love.<br />
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Through the Fire</i> chorus lyrics come to mind…<b>Through the fire, to the
limit, to the wall. For a chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all. Through
the fire, through whatever, come what may. For a chance at loving you, I'd take
it all the way. Right down to the wire. Even through the fire.</b> Beautiful,
isn’t it? Marriage is beautiful also as long as we realize it’s required to go
THROUGH the fire. There is no walking around it, jumping over it, or avoiding
it. A marriage must go<i> through</i> the fire for love to be tested and tried.<br />
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As always, I remind women that my words on marriage exclude relationships
involving mental, verbal, or physical abuse. Don’t go through the fire, get out
of the fire! Run!<br />
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Have a marvelous week, and stay covered (in prayer) as you go through your
fire of love. MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-79999578447805921692014-01-25T18:50:00.002-08:002014-01-25T18:53:00.561-08:00Respect YourselfI'm completely confused at the number of women I know who stay in marriages where they don't feel loved and aren't respected. Some are being controlled and think they're doing the right thing by "obeying" and following orders from the "head" of their household.<br />
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What happened to self worth and self respect? Why do women feel they have to stay in these marriages? Is it because they fear being alone? Because of the children? Lack of finances to leave the marriage? Maybe it's fear - fear of leaving a comfortable lifestyle.<br />
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A woman should never forget that not only is she a human being, but she is a human being who <b>deserves </b>to be respected. We may not be able to make another person appreciate us, but maybe if a woman appreciated herself FIRST, others would learn to appreciate her. Think about it..another person will only disrespect you if you allow them to. <br />
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<i><b>Respect yourself enough to stand up for yourself! </b></i>MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-51095309582330239262014-01-05T08:18:00.000-08:002014-01-05T08:19:26.579-08:00What a Wife Isn't...Ladies, don't get it twisted. Being a wife doesn't mean being a slave. Being a helpmate, helpmeet, or however you want to say it doesn't mean being at your husband's beckoned call. Serving him doesn't mean washing and ironing his clothes, cooking his dinner, washing the bathtub behind him, or cleaning the toilet behind him. Submission doesn't mean taking orders. You too, should receive the very things you give. Marriage is about serving each other, respecting each other, honoring each other, LOVING each other. A one-sided marriage is not balanced. Both spouses must be married and committed to the union...not just one spouse.MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-88542914449089477122013-12-10T03:35:00.003-08:002013-12-10T03:35:55.365-08:00LOVE DOESN'T HURT<br />
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Television will edit shows to allow viewers to see only what they want us to see and hear, but last night while watching The Amazing Race, I saw something that disturbed me. One married couple made it to the final three and on the final leg of the race; the husband belittled and degraded his wife’s performance. She busted her butt to help get them to the finals; however, she did not meet his high expectations of being a winner.<br />
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She mentioned that he expects her to be the perfect woman. While she sniffled and apologized for her performance, I waited for him to apologize for his verbal abuse, but that part must have been edited out. All I heard him say was, “It’s okay.” Another part that must have been edited was her response to his ugly words; her lips never parted to correct him – never. Ladies, we are daughters of a King, which makes us royalty. Those of us who are married, we are gifts to our groom.<br />
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Our body is the temple of the Holy Spirit and we weren’t created to allow verbal, mental, emotional, or physical abuse to or against our temple. <b>LOVE DOESN’T HURT</b>. For various reasons, the holidays increase all types of abuse, so please be aware of this. The couple from The Amazing Race was in a stressful situation and of course tempers flare and we act out of character (or maybe true character) during stressful times, but there is no excuse or validation for repeated abuse.<br />
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I speak boldly about this because I’ve been there. I’ve been verbally, mentally, and even physically abused. I allowed a live-in boyfriend to repeatedly beat me. I went to another woman for counsel and she told me to stand by my man. <i>Really?</i> I know better now – <b>LOVE DOESN’T HURT.</b> Ladies, love yourself enough to protect your temple from abuse. If you need help, seek <i>wise </i>counsel. <b>LOVE DOESN’T HURT.</b>MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-22961351882402112912013-11-23T12:04:00.004-08:002013-11-23T12:05:18.400-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-10039611839255624522013-07-28T15:11:00.000-07:002013-07-28T15:11:53.399-07:00Know Your Value<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-72376942814612033652013-07-17T20:20:00.001-07:002013-07-17T20:20:54.709-07:00Marriage Takes Work!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-24221927636491991462013-07-15T06:24:00.000-07:002013-07-15T06:26:52.807-07:00You Don't Control Me!<br />
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I’ve been assisting a gentleman get a program off the ground
and he’s a little bossy. I think he forgets that I’m not his employee; I
volunteered to help him. I don’t like being told what to do – at all. Anyway, I
had to put this Mister in his place. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">You
don’t tell me what to do; you ask me.</i> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who does he think he is – Mr. Control? I’m
sure it’s just his nature, but it doesn’t mesh with my nature at all; I have my
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I know wives with controlling husbands or married to a man who
has taken the “leader” position to an ungodly level. No woman should be afraid
to stand up or speak up for herself. No wife should be afraid to spend money or
come and go as she pleases – within reason, of course. </div>
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I understand we need
someone to be accountable to in marriage, but who is the man being accountable
to for his spending and his going and coming?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’m just asking! My attitude is justified. I’m aware of too many unhappy
wives who are being <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">submissive </i>to
raggedy husbands – husbands who are verbally or mentally abusive, controlling,
and some are cheating. Let’s not even speak of physical abuse – no excuse for
it at all. My attitude is probably why I’ve had issues in my own marriage. Only
God <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">controls </i>me. </div>
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Some of you may not
agree and that’s fine; but I make no apologies for speaking up when something
just doesn’t seem right, and control in marriage IS NOT RIGHT. There is a way
to treat and speak to a woman. We are precious jewels – daughters of a King,
and we deserve to be treated and talked to as such. I’m sorry, Mister, but you
don’t control me…my God does! Maybe this is the root of the problem with
submission. If husbands were led by God, wives would gladly follow!</div>
MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-13236988401414624162013-06-25T06:38:00.000-07:002013-06-25T06:38:30.557-07:00Fixing What's Broken<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-63256242836134030432013-04-19T06:33:00.002-07:002013-04-19T06:34:36.304-07:00Cheaters <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-329147177101142952013-04-18T04:04:00.000-07:002013-04-18T04:04:27.168-07:00It's Not About You<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">When you get married, it's no longer about you - about your needs - about your happiness, but it's about your spouse. Putting your spouse's needs before your own is just one small factor to a successful marriage.</span></div>
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<br />MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-71269660810617753182013-04-09T07:18:00.003-07:002013-04-09T07:18:59.345-07:00Short-Lived MarriagesIn marriage days of old, couples stayed married regardless of what was going on. The fifty, sixty, and even seventy year wedding anniversaries will be few and far between with the present generations. Divorce is so common...so frequent. Women these days put up with very little. When they've reached their limit, they're gone. No more years of forgiveness for unfaithfulness. <br />
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Back in the day, the couple would just sleep in separate beds or even separate rooms and call it a night. Funny how things change, but it's a reality how people change. As the people change, circumstances change and because many of us don't like change, the divorce card is played. Waaay too easy!<br />
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Long lasting or short-lived, the concept of marriage has changed with the changing world, however, keep your marriage sacred and set apart from the opinions of society. If you choose to stay, stay. It's really no one's business! If you choose to leave, leave...you're the one that has to deal with what no one sees behind closed doors.<br />
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After all, a closed door doesn't mean it's locked. <br />
<br />MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-37945883102991415712013-03-09T06:06:00.003-08:002013-03-09T06:06:59.523-08:00Marriage Is...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-73309001702985539282013-02-14T10:04:00.001-08:002013-02-14T10:05:04.451-08:00Our First Valentine's Day<div style="text-align: center;">
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I recalled my first Valentine's Day as a married woman...</div>
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On our first Valentine’s Day, hubby walked out the house and
came home with a little cheap teddy bear in a tiny, dusty flower pot with an
artificial rose attached to it. I remember this like it happened yesterday, and
I also remember throwing that mess in the trash can as soon as he handed it to
me. Did he really think his last minute, gas station gift would please me? I
couldn’t believe it. We haven’t celebrated Valentine’s Day since that day and
this month we are celebrating our nineteenth wedding anniversary. Did I react
too harshly? I could have <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">acted</i> like
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Over the years, hubby and I have had many discussions about love and
Valentine’s Day. Love isn’t a gift, a card, or flowers, but love is hard work, sweat,
and tears. Love is forgiving and acceptance. Our marriage has endured some
difficult times and has been on the verge of divorce. Our marriage reminds me
of the long process a diamond goes through before it is considered authentic.
Marriage also goes through a long process, but many of us bail when the process
begins to hurt. Marriages have to go through some fire! Hubby and I not only
went through the fire, we’ve gone through hell, but we’re still standing. Love
conquers ALL…love endures ALL. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I often
go around the house singing Foreigner’s song, “I want to know what love is.” The
truth is, God is the only one who can show me what love is and if I don’t have
God in my heart, I will never be able to show love to others – not even to the
man I vowed to love all my life – my hubby – my Valentine.</div>
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With today being Valentine's Day, I think I may have been bitten by the love bug because I'm cooking a special meal for hubby and my two sons. I'm strangely excited about this special dinner especially since cooking is not my forte'. I'm sure the family will be pleased since everyone enjoys a little special treatment every now and then.</div>
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Happy Valentine's Day to you, and don’t look to receive, but look for opportunities to give... today and every day<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>– give
love!</div>
MOMSWEBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425350066254996873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182789916721333799.post-24899905371149750892013-01-09T05:31:00.001-08:002013-01-09T05:32:25.128-08:00REAL love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Showing LOVE is probably the most difficult thing for anyone to do. It's so easy to recognize faults and shortcomings. </div>
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I don't believe there is such a thing as <i>real</i> love, it's either love or it isn't. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Everything your marriage comes against that is designed to tear you apart is what makes your marriage strong! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marriage really isn't marriage until you've gone through some things to test the love; it's easy to love in good times!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">ENDURE the rough roads, rocky mountains, stormy weather, and uncomfortable situations. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">No one said it would be easy, but it's worth the fight!</span></div>
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so excited yesterday to attend a class offered at church titled, </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 120%;">The
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were going through hell? We’ve taken quite a few marriage classes and even led
the Couples’ Ministry at church. I’m here to tell you – hubby and I have the
real deal marriage. We are complete opposites and we experience our share of
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thought last night – marriage is like wisdom…it doesn’t come until you’ve
experienced all the bumps, bruises, and battles of life and by that time,
you’re on your way out of the land of the living. Now that I’ve experienced
some of those bumps and bruises, I know the early years of our marriage were only
a test of our will to survive the marriage. The middle years of marriage were a
test of our patience and longsuffering. The surviving years (where we are now)
are continual pop tests of trusting God. I pray our final years will be…years
of contentment? Marriage gets easier, but the bumps keep coming. Hubby’s eleven-week
class is an overdue tune-up for our marriage. No tune-up, no marriage….and
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marriage or stuck in a season of staleness or suffering, don’t look at your
husband’s face, your circumstances, or other couples faking the funk, but look
to God. Unless you’re in an abusive relationship, stand strong through your
seasons. It doesn’t matter what your situation is (I’ve experienced it all), God
is real. Don’t walk out before you’re shown the measure of your man. Do your
part and God will surely do His.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m a witness!
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