Scars are just that. And sometime, when you least expect it they fire off and affect everything. I'm adopted, and the deep feeling of abandonment was something I thought I had really dealt with. But then when my son got a girl PG and didn't want anything to do with the child, I went emotionally down the tubes. I just wanted to crawl into a dark room and die. I hurt too bad to be angry.

I finally realized that I was empathizing for what that baby, yet unborn, would experience. I knew that pain and it hurt all over again. Things have turned around in that situation and my son is a good dad, but the reality of it was in my face.

I've found that sometimes those scars can be healed in such a way that you can really offer healing to others in areas that few can understand. I'm not saying go out and start a support group for ex-cult victims, but there are people that often sit right next to us and no one knows, and some how they will let it out, say "I don't know why I'm telling you this. I have never told any one". and there you are, Not with all the answers but with an understanding heart. I often say the ladies I've talked to from prison ministry know way more about me that any one else.

Try water Aerobics, Gin. It helps my arthritis a lot. I still hurt, but a lot less. I've put on a lot of muscle weight and... I can dance again. Yee Haw!

My daughters and I are talking about a mother daughter triathlon in March. That's something to aim for. It's a mini, but -hey, if I walk across the finish 2 hrs late, who cares? They'll be at the end sayin' come on you old slug, Where do we eat tonight. I'll be lookin' for a hot tub!