Buried

I wrote this the other day at work but never posted it, until now

Today, while sitting in my office, I heard some bumping around going on somewhere and for a split second, I was a little girl and someone in my family was being thrown around by my father. 

I thought I’d forgot all of that, forgot what it was like to be that little girl, but I guess I’ll never fully forget it. I sat there, scared, scared that maybe I’d be next. Scared for whomever was being beat on because I could emphathize. The worst part, is I married a man who did some of the same things to our kids. I even did it to my kids many years ago. Thank God (and yes, I do mean God) that He changed me and I no longer do the horrible things I used to. I’ve told my kids the horrible things I did and thankfully, they don’t remember. I know, though, that it still effects them, after all, how could it not, right? 

Whenever Satan tries to attack me by reminding me what I’ve done, I rejoice at what the Lord has done for me, that I am not the woman I was….I am so grateful.

That reminds me, why is grateful spelled the way it is? After all, beautiful is to be characterized by beauty, thankful means expressive of thanks, and mindful is to bear in mind, just to name a few. Grate, however is to pulverize by rubbing against something, a frame of iron bars to put fuel on to burn, or to irritate, so how does  grateful come to mean thankful, appreciative or pleasing?</SPAN</SPA