Merriam-Webster defines a relationship as the state of being related or interrelated; the relation connecting or binding participants in a relationship; a state of affairs existing between those having relations or dealing; and a romantic or passionate attachment. And as I have grown I have learned that a relationship is exactly how it is defined. I have learned that as I get older relationship get more complicated and few.When I was in high school I had so many friends, and I had a few guys that was interested in me. But growing up I was a shy and quiet girl, until I joined the basketball team. When I started playing basketball it seemed like more people began to notice me, and I began to form more relationships. The more new relationships that I formed the more my older relationship were tested. This was my first experience with jealousy and I am still experiencing it today at the age of 34. But at my current age it seems like the experiences are getting harder and louder, and I still don't know how to handle the situation. Maybe that is why I keep going through the same situation but with different relationships.
I am on a journey to become the woman that God has called me to be. I must learn not to look at what other people are doing but just to focus only on my journey. This blog will be a record of my personal journey on becoming the person that God has called me to be. I have to really learn and embrase that my journey is only for me and the only way I will make it to the end of my journey is by faith. Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
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Saturday, October 13, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Grieving
The grieving process is something that never stops. It might get easier, but the process never stops. How do I know one may ask? Well, I am still grieving the death of my mother. Evia D. Spight died in 2004; week before her 61st birthday, and I am still going through the grieving process. I thought by now I would be done grieving, but it wasn't until I had my son that I realized that the process never stops. I find myself going through different phases of grief. And the phase that I am currently in now is anger. I am very angry with my mother for not fighting harder to live.
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