Inner Rose

45 minutes it took! 45 minutes to snarl and lambast and take each petty annoyance and "grievious" offense and spread them like slather all over the face of my darling beloved with words like spit upon his face. 5 years into the marriage it was!  And 45 minutes.  I could see the clock. We stood in front of the stove.  Bob, carefully listening, saying not a word. I, steam before my eyes and a flush to my face - letting him HAVE IT! Finally, I wound down and stopped speaking. Arms still not crossed, face not flushed, Bob related calmly to me as he asked, "Are you done?" I said I was.  Embarrassed, chagrined that it was now his time to talk and mine--to listen. "Well, there are things that I don't like about you as well. However, God has shown me that he is not working on those things. So I have chosen not to focus on them. And I would appreciate it if you would do the same thing for me as well." You could have heard a pin drop. And now, y

Mom Lois used to say, "We are of the Kingston Russells."  To which I would respond, "do you mean the Russell family lived in Kingston (Ontario)?"  "Yes.  We had relatives there.  Grandma (Leda) used to visit them and stayed with them when she was going to music school in Toronto (around the turn of the 20th century). I looked at the map.  Did Grandma take the train?  And, if so, why didn't she just take the train from London to Toronto?  Ah well...  Maybe it was true.  And then I found this..  http   en   wikipedia dot org   wiki  Kingston  Russell.  Is that what they meant by the particular phrasing that she often repeated? We are still at a time in which, "WHO" and "WHAT" you are, to some, means so much. ? who knows ? Friends would say to me, "Oh I WISH I could see Benny Hinn (and others) before I die!" On one hand, I know they were speaking from a point of great emotional poverty of spirit and devastating abuse and t