My friend Felecia’s story deeply moves and inspires me. We all need encouragement and inspiration. If you know of anyone dealing with an unwelcome guest similar to Felecia’s, you might share her story with them. She wrote it in two parts. Part 1:
It all came crashing down last Tuesday.
To be sure I was ready … but somehow not prepared … does that make sense? I was used to this particular threat, this unwelcome guest who had been staying so long at my house I’d become accustomed to his presence – almost complacent with his company. We lived together as though an uneasy truce had been called by some higher power.
Every day he was there spiraling around me like the coils of a slinky, plenty of room in the middle to bump around the house yet steel bands held me tightly within his grasp – defining the space I could actually roam. In a weird way it was a prison I couldn’t leave. Each day we existed in this unusual dance.
Like it says in Proverbs 26:11 … “As a dog returns to its vomit, so fools repeat their folly.” I…
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