Why does it hurt to be caught?

Is it because you are truly embarrassed of your behavior, or is it because you lost control and unintentionally exposed yourself? Or maybe you didn't have the strength to stop on your own and allowed someone else in to help you stop?

I am not sure myself. But any of those reasons sound pretty painful to me. I wasn't caught, but I hurt for those who were.

God says that if we confess our sins He will forgive them. He can take any pain away.

Hoping to always be caught by Him,
Danisa

Talking & not communicating
I've been following the development of a relationship between 2 friends very closely. Being married for almost 20 years comes in handy at times.
We (Jorge & I) laugh at so many things before they take place, only because we've been there done that. Sometimes it is cute to see the nervous reaction of their body language, or the defensive phrases not to give themselves up. It is hilarious.
But, having counsel so many couples through the years, there is still a big mystery or question on my mind. Why is it that people at this stage talk, talk, talk and communicate so little? It kills me how they assume to know this or that of the other person, and clearly don't. I guess it is part of the process, if you survive all the initial mis-communication, then you can survive a lifelong relationship.
What do you think?

Not in a Million Years!

Never thought I would stop blogging for so long. After you develop a reader's circle it only makes you want to write more. We love having an audience, don't we?
The truth is that between having computer issues, traveling, and getting a new job... I've been blogging to myself the old fashion way, handwritten.
But, today I went to visit one of my beloved friends blogs, Heather's of course, I found myself really missing my blog spot.

Life takes us through so many different places. It is a journey you travel during the day, at night time, when it is sunny and when it is stormy. Through the snow and through the red skies the journey never ends.
We can choose to make the ride alone, we can walk, we can run, we can make many choices, but not in a million years I would like to go through it without my eternal Father. His sheep hear His voice and know it is Him!

Thank you for your notes and love. I am back!