Inspirational Blog:
Navigating Life's Journey Through Love, Healing, and Forgiveness
A blog by Debby Kruszewski
The Summer I Turned Pretty
The part I anticipated to be the most challenging turned out to be the most rewarding. One day, I immersed myself in prayerful meditation, extending invitations to significant figures from my past to join me in this introspective moment. My intention was to seek forgiveness and confront my own missteps. Although I sent out spiritual invitations to three individuals, only one responded.
Three People on a Boat
Shula’s blood was boiling all day thinking about Mina shaking and in fear on this island. He understands now why Taylor’s work was so important. She was helping Mina and others escape. “Man, my sister was one brave soul sacrificing for everyone,” he said. He was still trying to understand how and why Taylor was involved with Bear at all. The pieces of this puzzle are getting closer.
Holding Me Back
I followed the routine. Finished the dishes got on the floor to clear the glass, and then the clock spoke to me again. It was ticking. I sat on the floor and remembered the last time there was broken wine glasses on my kitchen floor. The night that turned into a weekend on that floor. Breaking every glass that I had slamming it at the clock until it broke and stopped working. That was back in 2006. That was the day I broke my inner clock and stopped time. That was the day I died inside. That memory was heavy. I will save the details for another time. Just know, it was painful. I am still amazed that I physically stayed alive. I can’t believe I was still carrying that dead weight around since then.
Left or Right
We all have a cycle. We all have a season. It doesn’t matter what you call it, it is how you nurture it. A feeling we have when we are triggered by a situation and afraid of the outcome. Because we have been hurt here or don't know what to do, we are scared. I do believe these are lessons we are taught. We are playing a game of insanity with ourselves because we don't want to see some truths, or we are comfortable in the cycle and afraid of being free from that comfort zone.
Keep Going
“Keep writing.” The voice within keeps repeating. I wrote two novels that were emotional. I put so much of my heart in those pages. The characters became more than a part of me. It was even more emotional to not know what the path was going to look like when I set them out into the world.
All That I Have
In this deep mediation-prayer through breathwork, this day we concentrated on fear. What it looks like, why it is here, what it is holding onto us. I saw this tiny little animal holding onto my heart, tearing it open like the cheese you must peel the wax off, hanging onto that piece for dear life. I simply picked up my fear animal, had a conversation with it and then handed it over to Jesus.