I mentioned in my post on Wednesday that 2001 was my official “Year of Hell.”  Oh, my.  Was it ever.

You probably don’t know why because, well, I have not been so good about continuing my “Life Story” series.  I’m making myself write the next installment for this upcoming week.

I have to force myself  because while I am very open and transparent about sharing the tumultuous rapids my boat has traveled, it is still painful and not something I particularly want to relive.  But God.  Yes.  But God.  He’s always good and uses our “stuff” for His glory.

It was absolutely the lowest low I have ever experienced.  I wasn’t sure there would be much left for me on this world but as my mother reminded me, I was indeed able to move on after my eighth grade boyfriend broke up with me – even when I exclaimed that I “would never have another boyfriend again.”

Oh my, the drama of an eighth grade damsel in distress.

In 2001, I found myself  in a tangled web of deceit, lies, unfaithfulness, and drug use.  Not on my behalf, but on my husband’s (at the time – not my precious JJ)

I can’t go into much more here but I will on Thursday. Yes, I promise.  Because if I don’t publicly state it, I won’t.  Aye, aye, aye – you people make me accountable.

Darn you.

However, several friends wrote to me and shared their own personal “Years of Hell” – Erin’s was 1997-1999 (my kinda girl). Heather’s was 1990. 2004 belongs to Cat. Lori’s were 1992-1993 (again, my kinda girl).

Sometimes it’s NOT just one year.  Sometimes it’s more than one and as Amanda said, “Every year was from hell for me until I met the Lord.  Seriously – LOL.”

Isn’t that so true?

What happened to make you finally bend at the knee and look to the only One that could rid you of the hell you were living in?  Tell us your year in the comments and any details you care to share OR simply just share the year.

The most faithful believers, the ones who truly wear the love of Jesus in their hearts so intensely that others can see it, are the ones who have run through hell wearing gasoline panties.

And we lived to tell about it.

And tell about it we do – to His glory.  To His glory.

This is short because I am immersed in that flipping “Hunger Games” series that my book club chose and all I want to do it sit down and read it.  It’s completely crazy and  so not something I would ever like.

Yet, I can’t put it down.  It’s completely riveting and while the concept of the tale makes me cringe, the storytelling and creativity is so magnificent that you pretty much just have to appreciate it like you do the sometimes crazy modern art we see in museums.  I mean, who knew toilets could be an art exhibit?

Also, did I mention that poor Solomon has had a horrid bout of the flu for four days now and Susannah has a milder form?  Yes, that’s two of my three “under five” children with the flu this week.  I’m on empty and I just want to crawl in my bed and read, read, read.

I’m joining in with my usual friends from Caffeinated Randomness, hosted now by Michelle at “Lost in the Prairies.” Andrea is leaving the blogging world and we will miss her so – I loved reading about her thoughts and faith as she walked in grace with God.  She had quite the impact on me as a blogger.

I’ve also found a new fun meme for Fridays called “Company Girl” hosted by Rachel Anne at Home Sanctuary.  Same concept as Caffeinated Randomness so I thought I would meet some new pals at the same time.  It’s my first time joining in so welcome “Company Girls”!

May your weekend be fantastic and filled with rest – and no flu.

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