I was sitting here looking at old blog posts and it got me thinking. No realizing really. I used to write a lot on here. I used to write about important things that truly mattered to me.
Then one day someone made a rude comment. And another time I realized I was putting myself out a little more than I was comfortable with. I was giving access to others that I didn’t want to have that access to me.
So I stopped writing. I held back telling my story and that of my kids. I stopped sharing photos as much. I hid myself and my heart unless I was called out to tell something.
All because of those people who made me realize they were watching. They saw. They knew more than I wanted them to.
It’s amazing how the little things do matter so much. Other’s opinions make us think. Make us aware that something may not be right.
I used to not care about how other’s perceived me. I used to not care if someone noticed things I didn’t want them to. But keeping my children hidden and safe became important to me. Keeping the bad away so they could be surrounded with the good.
I’ve come to realize, we are safe now. They are safe here with Mommy and Daddy, though maybe not the Daddy they began with but certainly one who loves them just as much as he would have had they been born unto him.
I always say that Mommy’s and Daddy’s aren’t always born to their children but they are given their children when God sees fit. And he has seen fit. Oh boy, has he ever. He’s provided something my children have always needed in life: a good, strong loving father to provide for them in more ways than just with money. To provide them with life, memories and opportunities even I could have never imagined for them.
Good things come to those who wait patiently and I think it’s time I stop hiding our life and start sharing it again so that it can reach out and touch beyond the closed walls I’ve erected. It’s time to come out of hiding and live again.