My Blog: Stuck at a Crossroad

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Last week, I mentioned I would share my general thoughts about this blog. I think it is important to do so before I can post about anything else. I have had a lot of time to think about my blog in the last six months.

Some of the thoughts surprised me. Some of them did not.

Like the last break I had, there were many times I was extremely thankful I did not have to worry about my blog. My last two courses were crazy busy. I simply could not add another stress on my plate.

However, in that time frame, I managed to also lose my passion for writing. I honestly and genuinely did not want to write. In fact, there were several times I seriously considered throwing in the towel on my blog completely.

There were times I considered deleting it altogether without a single last thought—much like how I stopped using Facebook.

Although it sounds extreme, it truly felt like the right choice.

In the last six months, I have deeply grappled with my privacy. Many life experiences have taught me the importance of keeping things private—not that I’ve ever been the oversharing type. In fact, I mainly wanted to be more private than I already am!

You can read more about my blogging style and privacy here.

Regardless, I honestly wondered, “What’s the point of having this blog?” Let me tell you, blog statistics and analytics can really mess with one’s head.

It is so incredibly difficult to find a purpose in the “blogging world” among all the noise. You can find a blog about anything and everything, which begs the question, “Does anyone care about my words?”

I want this blog to help people. I truly do. I firmly believe God gave me the talent of writing to spread His Gospel message. All glory to Him!

And it is because of Him I’ve always stopped myself from getting rid of this blog. For, in my time away, I had some extremely sweet comments that showed me, people care. People can resonate with my words and experiences.

But, it also forced me to reevaluate the structure of my blog.

I am an extremely Type A, routinely based person. I am all about consistency. I don’t want to be like most bloggers out there who start their platform in a moment of excitement only to never post on it.

I do not want my blog to just sit. I want people to see I am invested in this passion project.

However, I do not want to feel pressure to post every week. I want the freedom to post when I feel like it and when God is leading me to.

For, I have had many things happen recently that are certainly worth discussing if I so choose. Writing is cathartic and therapeutic for me—as it is for most creatives. It helps me make sense of my life and this world we live in. I do not want to neglect my soul of that much-needed outlet.

Unfortunately, the Type A person in me constantly fights the need to post something, to deal with it now. Otherwise, I may never deal with it.

I guess what I am trying to say is I do not know what this blog will look like from this point on. I am still trying to figure that out. I do not know if I will continue to post weekly.

So, please be patient with me. I am at a crossroad and I have yet to find my solution.

I need to find a happy medium between writing to help heal my soul and not feeling stuck or coerced. For, we do not process life in a neat routine. Life is messy and so is how we deal with it.

I am going to leave this post with no pressure. I didn’t start this to create pressure on myself. I started it to help myself and others.

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).

 

 

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A Gentle Reminder: The Holiday Season

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It’s the third Thursday of November, which means today is Thanksgiving in America. For some, it is a joyous time of year. For others, it is difficult. Both parties experience said feelings for a multitude of reasons.

Unfortunately, I am among the latter. The holiday season is difficult for me. I am not comfortable divulging why. Nevertheless, the Lord is laying it on my heart to share that this season is difficult for me, which scares me.

I live in fear wondering who might read that and wonder why.

But, the truth of the matter is, no matter what anyone might believe, the holidays are, in fact, difficult for me. They bring me great anxiety and stress. The holidays are difficult for me mentally and emotionally.

As I get older, I realize more and more that I cannot change the root of my anxiety and stress in this area. All I can do is change how I react to it. I can find small ways to set boundaries if necessary.

This realization allows me to enter said situations with some peace. And it comforts me to know I am doing what I can. For, I do not generally have much sympathy for those who wallow in their difficulty without doing a little something to change how they react to the situation.

I can also use my experiences to remind people that not everyone thinks “it’s the most wonderful time of the year.” Granted, some may think that is cynical and grinch-like of me. But, the truth of the matter is, everyone has their battles.

People simply ought to be okay with whatever decision they make in the end. Therefore, if some decide to not attend a gathering because it is difficult, they need to be okay with that. If some decide to attend a gathering, despite the possible difficulty, they need to be okay with that, too.

I guess I am writing all this to say:

Holidays can be tough for people for a multitude of reasons.

Even though they can be tough, I strongly encourage people to analyze what their options are amid it all.

What little and/or big decisions can you make to reduce the sadness, stress, or anxiety that can come with the season?

Do not be ashamed, complain, or tear yourself down over whatever decision you make in the end. For, even in the most stressful of times, one always has at least one choice to make—even if its something as small as abiding by a time limit.

And if this post sounds harsh in any way, please forgive me.

I write this to be stern to myself and others. I think there are far too many times we let outward situations affect our inward well-being. Well, I can assure you, we have the power to choose how we react. May we not lose sight of our innate ability to overcome difficulty—one small decision at a time.

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).

Insane Courage: Assertiveness

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Generally speaking, I come off as intimidating when people first meet me.

Even though this may be the case, I can assure you, my intimidation is an outward representation of an inwardly guarded person. What others see as intimidation, I see as someone hiding behind walls, trying not to get hurt.

Regardless, I think the biggest reason why I can be intimidating for some people is I am a rather blunt person.

I am one of those people who may not always realize what they say before it is too late. As a result, my bluntness can get me into trouble sometimes. And I may not always be aware of it.

Other times, it can eat me up as I worry incessantly about whether I hurt someone’s feelings. But, for the most part, people don’t mind my bluntness because it contributes to my honesty.

Nevertheless, my bluntness only goes so far. In other words, I chicken out.

I may have always been blunt, but I have not always been assertive. In fact, it is only within the last couple of years, that I have truly begun to understand what it means for me to be assertive.

I’ve slowly learned this definition is different for everyone. I think that’s because we all have a different definition of what makes us comfortable.

Let me give you a bit of a backstory, first.

Growing up, I definitely had my moments of rebellion and an attitude problem. However, on a psychological level, I also submitted to others like it was second nature. I often simply did as I was told or tried my best to not be a bother.

This could have partially been because I was the typical middle-child—somewhat aloof, yet quite vocal and present when necessary. Plus, as I’ve touched on a few times before, I had a bad case of people-pleasing.

I used people-pleasing as a coping mechanism from the trauma of being an orphan. Subconsciously, I felt like I owed it those around me because I constantly feared they’d leave me if I didn’t.

Granted, my previously mentioned attitude did, in fact, cause some people to simply give up on me, which hurt tremendously.

To this day, I still find myself wanting to please others. Thankfully, I have grown immensely in that regard.

I think this is partially because I am more assertive. For me, being assertive means not accepting a situation as is and making a case for myself when necessary.

Now, I can fight for myself when necessary. I don’t give in simply because someone of authority said to.

I always try to understand why I must do something before simply doing it. So, if I don’t understand why I am doing something, I ask questions. I send emails. I seek advice from others.

I speak up for myself when something doesn’t feel right or fair. I’ve reached a point in my life where I’d rather say something and find out I really can’t change the situation than discover using my voice could have altered the outcome.

In fact, I did so only mere days ago when trying to complete a homework assignment. Instead of taking a single response as fact and the end-all, be-all, I spoke up.

And for me, speaking up usually just means saying, “I don’t understand why this happened. Do you mind explaining it to me?” Or, “I am rather confused about this problem. Here’s is how I interpret it.”

Most of the time, my efforts work in my favor, whether it be I walk away finally understanding, therefore learning. Or, sometimes, I realize I misspoke and admit my error.

All that being said, I still struggle to be assertive in a one-on-one, face-to-face setting simply because I am not a confrontational person at heart.

Therefore, I still find myself having to muster up the courage to even speak up. I still feel this knot in my gut and my hands get clammy. It’s as if my body is trying to tell me, “Leave it alone.” For, I am worried about what the recipient of my message may say.

And, to be quite honest, some people truly just intimidate me like none other. Even those who are intimidating can be intimidated! Therefore, what little bit of courage I’ve mustered up can be squandered in mere seconds.

Even though I still struggle in this capacity, I think I am more assertive because I am learning to become more confident in myself and my abilities.

I am not my greatest cheerleader, but I am slowly getting there. I am not my greatest encourager, but I am slowly getting there.

But, before I can reach that point, I have to stop being so concerned about how and if I make someone upset because of my actions. Most importantly, I have to stop overanalyzing comments or words.

As you can see, I am still growing in this area. I will not lose sight of how far I’ve come, though!

My call to you is this: May we all embrace moments that require insane courage in our lives. These 20 seconds of insane courage are different for everyone.

For me, it is all about being assertive and speaking up for myself in various settings. For others, it may be simply leaving the house or going on that stage. Or, publishing a vulnerable piece of work.

Whatever it may be for you and no matter the difficulty, may we all be grateful for those 20 second increments. For, they will slowly, but surely, add up and change us for the better if we allow.

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).

Lessons Learned: Praying for the Lost

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This week, I have slowly begun to embrace something I’ve known to be true but chose not to accept for the longest time. True to my nature, I chose to ignore it and avoid it. I chose to diminish its seriousness and magnitude.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have finally started to accept that God is ultimately in control of how someone lives their life. I have finally started to accept that all I can do is pray for others and be a witness for Christ in a dark, sinful, fallen world.

As much as I desperately want others to know Christ and live a Christian life, it is not up to me. It is up to God. It is up to Him to draw people to Himself and change their hearts—just as He did for me years ago.

I have known people who have spent their lives earnestly praying for their loved ones and friends to know Christ. I have seen their hurts. But, I never once considered that I, too, may experience this one day.

Selfishly, I was convinced the dreams I had for certain relationships would happen exactly as I hope.

Nevertheless, it took one conversation and a few observations for me to realize, that may not be my reality after all. Instead, I may be the one who spends their life earnestly praying for her loved ones and friends to know Christ.

Then, the pile of bricks began to weigh down on me.

Oh no! My plan and desire may not be God’s plan and desire after all! As I said earlier, I knew this to be true. But, I was never so plainly confronted by it.

Yet, since I realized this, my prayer life has changed dramatically. Now, any time I think of these friends and loved ones, my heart cries out. I desperately desire for them to know and love Jesus intimately and personally.

It’s funny, you know? I always knew I should pray for the lost, hurt, and lonely. But, there is a fire inside my heart that wasn’t there a week ago. I pray like I’ve never prayed before. I desperately cling to the Lord’s promises.

Now, I must remind myself that even if God does not answer my prayers, He does hear them. May my love for those who are hurting and my faith in Him motivate me to pray even on the days I am most unsure of His goodness.

Because, believe me, those days will come. My walk with God is probably filled with more doubt than most. But, even then, it has changed in innumerable ways since I first accepted Him into my heart.

So, may I continue to let that fire burn in my heart. May I continue to pray for those around me to not only accept Christ but also live a life that is pleasing to Him.

It has always been a dream of mine to look at someone and say, “I have prayed for you daily since this moment. I have watched God transform your life. I have watched Him answer my prayers in ways I never thought possible. You are so loved.”

And even if He doesn’t answer my prayers, and this is only the beginning of a lifelong prayer journey, may I tell myself and others, He is still good.

My call to you is this: Pray for the lost, hurt, and lonely. Pray any time they cross your mind, whether it is once a day or even multiple times a day. God is listening. He may not answer our prayers the way we’d like Him to. Yet, He is still listening.

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).

Trying New Food: Thai Cuisine

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Well, I did it, guys. I finally had Thai food! If you’ve been following my blog for a while now, you know Thai food was on my list of things to try for quite some time.

As I’ve mentioned before, I simply needed to find a place where I knew it would be as authentic as I could get where I live. I did not have to do homework this past Sunday, so I thought I’d treat myself a little bit and try it out.

I went to a new restaurant that recently opened where I live. I knew the food would be good when I saw quite a few oriental people there. It is easy to know if the food is authentic if those who would know it better than anyone else go there.

I was also hopeful for the meal when the appetizers were delectable! Oh, goodness, they were yummy. We had what they called crispy spring rolls, fresh spring rolls, also known as summer rolls, and money bags. Money bags are essentially like crab rangoon’s cousin, but better.

I was completely enamored by the summer rolls. They were wrapped in a rice wrapper that was fascinating to me. It was sticky and somewhat chewy yet paired excellently with the veggies. I called it, “Thai sushi.” I know, I can be silly, but the metaphor truly helped me make sense of what I ate.

I ordered Pad Thai with shrimp in a mild sauce as my entrée. For the longest time, I knew I wanted Pad Thai to be the first item I ordered.

Perhaps, I had this idea that it was the most traditional option. I don’t know. Regardless of how I came to that decision, I followed through with it!

I reached a verdict…I enjoy Thai food and I definitely plan on going back to the restaurant we went to!

Everything I tried was great! I was pleasantly surprised at how filling, yet light the meal was. It was perfect for a fall day.

The mild sauce was much milder than I anticipated, so I ended up having a few bites with an added spice that I can’t recall the name of, unfortunately, which was a nice added kick! If my tummy is up for it, I think I’ll venture to the medium level next time I go.

We went with a friend who has been to Thailand, so we had some tips on how to properly enjoy the food. It’s been so fun discovering all the random places people in our corner of the world have been to. One of those tips included squeezing orange juice on the noodles.

To those who’ve eaten it before, you might think, “Duh! Of course, you do that!” But, I share something as minute as this because others, like myself, may not know.

I am all about having a well-rounded experience whenever possible, down to a necessary orange squeeze.

So, there you have it, I had Thai food.

As always, I am extremely glad I waited to eat it at the proper place. It was well worth the wait and such a wonderful experience. The best part is, I had leftovers to enjoy. Yum!

My call to you is this: Try new foods! I know I’ve said it once before and I will say it again many more times. But, seriously. Try new foods. You might be pleasantly surprised.

My experiences have taught me it is well worth searching for the restaurant that can truly enlighten you and your taste buds.

Search. Ask around. Don’t just pick a place because you think it’ll do. Find the place that you know surely won’t disappoint.

And if it does disappoint, you can know it is simply because you don’t like it, not because the establishment let you down before you even walked in the door.

I eagerly look forward to my next adventure of trying a new food. Until then, I’d love to know if you’ve tried any new foods lately and what you thought of the experience. Who knows? Maybe I’ll add your recommendation to my list!

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).

Our Dog, Noble: Three Month Update

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My husband and I have officially had our dog, Noble (the pup in the above photograph), for a little over three months now. It is amazing how much our lives have changed since getting him. I can confidently say I think he is very much at home here.

Each day, he does little things that show us we are his family, which immensely warms my heart. When we first got him, I was so worried he wouldn’t like us or that he wouldn’t consider us his family. But, in time, he definitely has.

In the last three months, he has changed and grown so much, all the while showing us his personality bit by bit.

We’ve discovered Noble LOVES people. Absolutely loves them. I think there are only two people he’s ever backed away from or growled at. Otherwise, if he could, he would say hi to every single human.

It’s been an interesting experience adjusting to that because my husband and I are both introverts. We are completely content if we don’t see any humans or their dogs on walks. But, Noble gets upset.

After he interacts with a human on a walk, his demeanor completely changes. He has so much energy and practically runs around with excitement.

He is such a playful, happy dog with tons of energy. He’s one of those dogs who need a walk to let off some steam. Otherwise, he could go for hours. He is generally always in a good mood. He LOVES to smile! It is so adorable when he does. We’ve gotten some great pictures of him smiling, like the above photograph.

We’ve discovered the only time Noble is not happy is when it is raining or if he doesn’t feel well (so a typical dog, right?). In fact, he’s one of the many dogs who hate the rain. Truthfully, he doesn’t just hate the rain…he loathes it!

Noble would rather not pee or poop than go outside when it is raining, which brings me to another thing we’ve learned about him. He is extremely stubborn. For instance, if I take him on a walk and don’t let him pee by his favorite bush, he will plant his feet on the ground and not budge until I let him go.

He’s gotten better about not doing that. But, man, he sure is a stinker sometimes. I can’t get too upset about it because I am fairly stubborn, too.

Also, he has such vivid facial expressions. Any time he plays fetch with us, he’ll drop his slobbery toy on our laps, then look down at the toy with his eyes blinking.

Then, he’ll look up at us and back at the toy, as if to say, “Hello! Mom, Dad? I brought you something! Can’t you see it’s time to play?” If we still haven’t responded after a few minutes, he’ll nudge the toy with his nose closer to us just ever so slightly.

In fact, he’s generally extremely good about telling us when and what he needs.

Speaking of his toy, if we are in the bathroom and he wants to play, we’ll find his toy neatly placed by the doorframe and he’ll be sitting on the couch just waiting for us to come. I laugh every time he does it because he is just so direct like that!

Or, if he needs more food, he’ll pick up his food bowl and bring it to us. Of course, half the time, he just wants food in the bowl, but won’t actually eat it. I think he just doesn’t like having an empty food bowl,  more than anything else.

I’ll leave you with one more thing, otherwise, I’ll keep going much longer than I should.

My favorite part about Noble is he is the most compassionate, loving dog I could have ever asked for. Yes, he may be stubborn. But, he is extremely empathetic and understanding, too. He knows when we are having a rough day and is there for us. He likes to bring us a toy to see if that’ll cheer us up.

Seriously, such a loving dog. For example, in the first couple of weeks of adopting him, there was one night I was having a terrible time with my health. We were going to go on a family walk, but I had to turn around and head home. I felt bad enough that I cried.

My husband tried to continue on the walk but Noble refused to go until he went home and made sure I was okay. It was in that moment I knew Noble loved us.

If you guys couldn’t tell, I love my dog a great deal. I firmly believe God’s timing was perfect. Noble could not have come at a better time, even in the midst of all our busyness, stress, and health issues.

He has become such an integral part of our family in the three short months we’ve had him. We honestly couldn’t imagine our lives without him.

I get emotional just thinking about all the adventures we’ll take with him and the ways he’ll continue to change. One’s thing for certain, we will never stop loving him and he will always make us laugh with his ornery, silly personality.

If any of you are waiting to get the perfect dog, I tell you this, he or she will be worth the wait. You will know when you’ve found the right dog. In fact, so will the dog!

When my husband looks back at our first time meeting Noble, he can see that Noble picked us just as much as we picked him. Noble likes to stretch his paws on someone if he really likes them. My husband recalls him doing that when we met him! It melts my heart.

For those of you who have or have had a dog, does he or she have any quirky habits or behaviors? Can you relate to any of Noble’s tendencies? What’s their personality? What’s your favorite part of owning a pet? I’d love to know!

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).

My Adoption: Feeling Unwanted

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Earlier this week, I watched a YouTube video where people had to try not to cry while watching a handful of videos. One of the videos in the challenge stuck with me tremendously.

One of the videos was a scene from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. In this scene, Will’s father leaves. Although I have never seen the show, it is evident that Will’s father left him as a child.

But, in this particular scene that is part of the challenge, Will is in his teens and his father walks out on him again. This time, he is bailing on a trip the two had planned.

When Will discovers this, he ends up going on an angry rant that essentially said if he had made it this far in life without his dad, he could continue to do so for the rest of his life. He could continue to accomplish other great feats without his father.

Poignantly, at the end of his rant, Will asks his uncle, “How come he don’t want me, man?”

For most of the people participating in the challenge, the video itself did not make them too emotional. However, it made me extremely emotional. In fact, I broke down as I watched the scene.

My tears just would not stop flowing.

Because even though I have never had a parent walk out on in me in the way that Will’s character did on the show, I am extremely familiar with the feeling of being unwanted. For, I was adopted at the age of five.

My biological mother gave me up for adoption at my birth.

And to this day, I still ask what Will’s character asked, “How come she didn’t want me?”

That scene and those words specifically were another one of those moments that clearly depicts exactly how it feels to be adopted. And it assured me I am not alone in my thoughts.

I would love to tell you I no longer live in fear of rejection. I would love to tell you I do not heavily struggle with abandonment issues. I would love to tell you that I no longer have the idea in the back of mind that those close to me will give up on me and walk out on me.

I would love to tell you I do not constantly wonder what I did wrong to make my mom not want me.

I would love to tell you I do not constantly wonder what mistake I’ll make that is the last straw for someone. For, I have had a physical therapist tell my mom he simply could not see me anymore, that he could not deal with me, that I was too much for him.

I would love to tell you I have healed.

But, I have not.

Honestly, I don’t know if I will ever fully heal. I think with time and counseling, I can reach a point in my life where I can manage the feelings. But, I don’t know if I will ever fully heal.

For, if my experiences of adoption have taught me anything, it is that once someone is an orphan, a small part of them will always believe they are an orphan—no matter how many people in their lives try to suggest otherwise.

Fears of rejection and abandonment are real and fierce. They can be crippling and debilitating. They are a lifelong battle with adoption.

It is extremely difficult to let go of the fact that someone gave you up.

Truthfully, it is only within the past few months that I have begun to open myself up to the possibility that my biological mother gave me up for good reasons—that she did it out of immense love for me, that she did so because she could not care for me—not because I was unlovable or unwanted.

I am nearly a quarter century old. And I am only just now beginning to invite that possibility.

For, I will probably never really know why she gave me up. And I am going to have to be okay with that one of these days.

But, until then, I tell you once more on this platform, adoption is not easy. It is not easy on those who adopt and especially not on those who are adopted. Take it from someone who knows all too well.

My call to you is this: If you know someone who is adopted, please be mindful of what I have shared today. Please be mindful of their potential thoughts and feelings.

And if you feel led, watch the scene I am referencing here to get a better sense of just how difficult it can be. I will say, there is a curse word in this scene, which I do not personally condone. But, it does poignantly visualize just how difficult it can be on a person.

It describes a far too common experience in today’s society—i.e. parental abandonment of their children.

It is my hope and prayer that this post will give you all even an inkling of just how difficult that can be for a person, regardless of how old he or she was when their parent(s) abandoned him or her.

And if you are someone who has been adopted, please feel free to reach out to me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com. I am here if you need someone to listen or simply confide in. You are not alone, dear brothers and sisters.

You are not alone.

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).