The difference was... that she was old enough to understand the nature of the story: that everyone had one, but that it was thrust upon you, as often as not. That what counted was what happened after that, the combining of the aftermath with the original story.
Nobody grows up in a home such as ours. You just wait to be done with it, and you hope you'll have the opportunity to grow up later.
For Love by Sue Miller
... the process of confiding is so powerful. Research shows that when people begin to confide, their blood pressure goes up, they begin to tense and sweat and their immune system is less effective, but after they're through, all their vital signs improve. It actually requires energy not to tell stories.
Confiding by Susan Baur
For because of our faith, He has brought us into this place of highest privilege where we now stand, and we confidently and joyfully look forward to actually becoming all that God has had in mind for us to be.
Romans 5:2
Life Application Bible
Showing posts with label Sue Miller. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sue Miller. Show all posts
20 September 2008
03 June 2008
WRITING YOUR OWN STORY
Not a new thought, but a great reminder. You write your own story. YOU write your own story. Others may try to write it for you, but you CAN and will write your own story. Whether you surrender temporarily to someone's control or influence, you are still the author. You decide. Even ambivalence or acquiescence is your choice.
Very much the wisdom of Viktor Frankl--no one can take from you the choice of how you view each situation.
Very much the wisdom of Viktor Frankl--no one can take from you the choice of how you view each situation.
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| Victor Emil Frankl |
I love it! What an encouragement to celebrate life and choose to enjoy the little odd moments and people. And, to cut your loved ones some slack as you determine what YOU want your relationship to be.
The difference was, Lottie thought, that she was old enough to understand the nature of the story: that everyone had one, but that it was thrust upon you as often as not. That what counted was what happened after that, the combining of the aftermath with the original story. Your mother is an alcoholic. Yes: and then?...For Love
by Sue Miller
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