I think back when I first felt welcomed into my husbands family. We just started dating at the age of 20. I was visiting Canada from Denmark for 10 months. Gene invited me to his house and his mom and step father were very warm, accepting and down to earth. I felt right away that they were pleased to meet me. I could be me. As time went and Gene and I got married, I felt the love of my mother in law and father in law through many acts of kindness. You see my Mom had a hard time accepting Gene after we eloped. He never felt welcomed by my parents. We weren’t treated like a married couple. It was so different then my in laws welcome. There was no welcome for my husband. Like he had taken something that wasn’t his. A heavy burden to carry.
How different life can become when one person has the courage to have a conversation with you that is much needed. We need to hear and see through others eyes
It’s 2016, the first day of the year. My goal is to go to Church more regularly and set up my office with a prayer stool to hopefully get into praying.
I got this book from my husband for Christmas. His first time step in encouraging my creativity. I appreciate the gesture. I longed to be creative for so long , paint, do something artistic but been full of excuses, not believed I could, sabotaged even beginning to. Now I’m finished talking, thinking, doubting. I will take small steps, be brave, do something, anything. It feels good. I’m coming out of this shell. I am on this journey for pure pleasure and enjoyment. Not for anyone else but me.
I can’t always know by body language, facial expressions or even by words how a love one is really doing. They have to feel is safe , ok to share how things really are with them. I must put away my expectations about how I wish them to be. Take and accept them and myself where we both are at. I do not have to rescue, just be there and acknowledge people for how they are at this time in this place. Still it’s not easy but I keep trying.