This is my writing process for transforming painful memories into poems.
I go to my journals and immerse myself in those feelings. Then I pull out a photo from that time period.
Be perfect. Don’t cry. Don’t show them your hurt. Keep it locked inside.
Dear readers, instead of my normal post today, I will share this popular poem from my past blog. I have been busy this week with a different project, but I will return to a normal writing schedule next week.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy today’s devotional poem. Blessings to you!
You lift me up
in the valley of despair
above shadowy sorrows
downcast discouragement
ground-level grief.
If you are an adult child of divorce, I know how deeply your heart has been torn. Even if your parents divorced decades ago, you still have scars that sometimes hurt. I have learned how to repair my heart with God’s help, and I want to give you hope through my story.
Like many children of divorce, I was torn between two homes. My mom had full custody of me and my sister, but we visited my dad on a regular basis. He lived less than 10 miles away. I looked forward to seeing him, but I had learned with experience that it wouldn’t be easy. I always left with a sense of loss and hurt.