Words can be powerful. So powerful, that it can rip your soul right from your chest especially if you are the one taking the beating. With that being said, I can remember as child a neighbor of mine who taught me that “Sticks and stones may break my back, but names will never hurtme.” I’ve thought a lot about that statement over the years, and for somereason this statement doesn’t hold its truth, or does it?

 

I remember those children who were teasing me and how the words hurt. They ripped right through me like a dagger in the heart. It was plain awful. I honestly don’t know how many times I’ve seen myself in this same position in life. Odd isn’t it? Odd, because over the years I’ve found myself being taunted by others, and yes, I’ve been incredibly hurt in more ways than one. The trials have been many. The words have been thick.

 

I will never forget this particular day, as I was standing out in the middle of our street, and the kids from the neighborhood were teasing me. I can still see the tears that poured down my cheek. I ran tomy neighbor because it was her kids that had been doing the teasing. (if Iremember right) Anyways, when I got to her house (as my mother was still atwork), I sat down with her and explained what had happened. It was then that she explained that statement and later she went to explain what happen to my mother. I’ll never forget that next day, when I was out on Lipsy Street playing and the kids started up again. I fought the tears and then, without fail, I blurted that line to them.

 

Oh how I felt incredibly powerful against those kids who taunted me and teased me. But in the end I had won that battle. They never bothered me again. Of course, I don’t know if that was because their mother had gotten onto them or not but nevertheless the victory was mine.

 

Today, as an adult, it is often harder to fight those battles. I’m not sure if that is because the battles or problems are too much of an adult problem or the simple lack of faith. I had not always had the lack of faith I did as a child. That faith to stand against the other opponent in the center of the ring, and I’m not quite sure what went wrong. Or why I can’t. But still, I’ve had to learn to have a deeper kind of faith. One that goes beyond the playground, and one that goes into the faith of Christ.

 

I’ve had to learn to give it all to Him—not just apart of me—but all of me! That is the key component of getting beyond the hurt.The key to getting beyond the disgrace and humility that has hurt us so deeply. We must. . .trust God in everything we go through. We have to give Him our every burden and our every needs. If we don’t it is impossible to have a truerelationship with Christ. Are you giving you’re all?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you have followed me on my blog for a while, you would know how hard it has been for me to write this novel along the way. But the announcement is this—Chapter Two is Completed! It’s a happy dance momentfor me. It is a huge progress for me. I completed it at 5,031 words.

 

I wanted to share with you my favorite part of thechapter. It’s a discussion between my MC Sara Jenkins and the heroine Sam. Take a look at their conversation. Remember, I love comments and feedback. Thanks.

 

The Roads Between Us

 

© Christine M. Miller-Ramey 2012

 

 

 

 

     I hope that in some way the reading speaks to your heart in some form as it has mine as I’ve been writing it. God has spoken to me and has given me a message to write about. A message about healing and faith within each of us that are hurting.Thank you for stopping by and for taking the time to read a portion of my book along the way. 

 

 

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