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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2016 07:05:21 +0000</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>CONNECTING IN REAL LIFE SHE WAS BROKEN. I was surfing the web. I sensed her fright. Somehow we connected on Private Messenger. We communicated. She suffered, was suicidal, and scared out of her wits. PTSD, big time. I tried to be there for her. The best I could. Would it be enough? She eventually got [&#8230;]</p>
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					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/conversations-with-emily-home-page/"><img width="760" height="505" src="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/image-2-760x505.jpg" class="featured-image wp-post-image" alt="" srcset="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/image-2-760x505.jpg 760w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/image-2-300x199.jpg 300w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/image-2-768x510.jpg 768w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/image-2-1024x680.jpg 1024w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/image-2-518x344.jpg 518w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/image-2-250x166.jpg 250w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/image-2-82x54.jpg 82w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/image-2-600x399.jpg 600w" sizes="(max-width: 760px) 100vw, 760px" /></a><h2 style="text-align: center;">CONNECTING IN REAL LIFE</h2>
<p>SHE WAS BROKEN. I was surfing the web. I sensed her fright. Somehow we connected on Private Messenger. We communicated. She suffered, was suicidal, and scared out of her wits. <em>PTSD, big time</em>. I tried to be there for her. The best I could. <em>Would it be enough?</em> She eventually got past the crisis, but it was a hard fight to get there. We fought together as she drudged through the dark side. Her life, f<em>illed with pain</em>. My life,<em> older overcomer</em>. Our friendship forged a destiny throughout it all. To this day, we have not met in person. Some day. I hope.</p>
<p>This is an honest account of a woman&#8217;s suffering behind the mask.</p>
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<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/a-woman-at-risk/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 1 / <em>A Woman at Risk</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/scared-and-alone/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 2 /<em> Scared and Alone</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/an-unlikely-friendship/">CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 3 / <em>Unlikely Friendship</em></a></strong></span></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/the-girl-is-vulnerable/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 4 / <em>Vulnerable</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/it-doesnt-matter-anymore/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 5 / <em>Doesn&#8217;t Matter Anymore</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/unwed-and-pregnant/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 6 / <em>Unwed Pregnancy</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/scared-and-in-pain/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 7 /<em> Alone</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/conversations-with-elizabeth-8/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 8 / <em>Assault</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/remove-the-silent-scream/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 9 / <em>Silent Scream</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/conversations-with-em-10/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 10 / <em>Stinking Thinking</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/just-plain-scared-conversations-with-emily-11/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 11 /<em> Scared to Death</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/truth-talk/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 12 /<em> Speaking Truth</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/emotional-injury-needs-gods-help/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 13 / <em>Abused</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/a-new-day/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 14 / <em>A New Day</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/abuse-marks-a-person/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 15 / <em>Marked</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/suicide-abuse-painful-memories/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 16 / <em>Memories</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/raped-beaten-remembering/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 17 /<em> Left for Dead</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/friendship-the-daniel-fast-and-a-good-neighbor/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 18 / <em>Being Neighborly</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/struggle-empathy-overcoming/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 19 / <em>Sex</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/conversations-with-emily-19/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 20 / <em>Jesus</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/emily-dates/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 21 /<em> On a Date</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/emily-and-me-the-conversation-continues/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 22 / <em>Walk Free</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/what-does-it-mean-conversations-w-emily/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 23 / <em>Why?</em></strong></span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/this-is-the-end-conversations-with-emily-24/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY POST 24 / <em>The End</em></strong></span></a></li>
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<p>Emily has approved the sharing of these private conversations to help others. I am thankful for her graciousness.</p>
<p>&#8220;Emily&#8221; is a pseudonym to protect her identity.</p>The post <a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/conversations-with-emily-home-page/">Home Page: Conversations with Emily</a> first appeared on <a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com">Norma L. Brumbaugh</a>.]]></content:encoded>
			

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		<title>The End but Not The End: Conversations with Emily (23)</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2016 07:05:37 +0000</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Emily&#8221; has shared parts of her story in three or more books, but she writes more from the helper angle, as I have in this series. I am hopeful that certain areas of her personal story and our open dialogue have resonated with you. What Does it Mean? May 18, 20** 04/18/20** 5:55pm Emily:&#160; u [&#8230;]</p>
The post <a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/what-does-it-mean-conversations-w-emily/">The End but Not The End: Conversations with Emily (23)</a> first appeared on <a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com">Norma L. Brumbaugh</a>.]]></description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/what-does-it-mean-conversations-w-emily/"><img width="760" height="380" src="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/blog-emily-4.1-760x380.jpg" class="featured-image wp-post-image" alt="" srcset="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/blog-emily-4.1-760x380.jpg 760w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/blog-emily-4.1-300x150.jpg 300w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/blog-emily-4.1-768x384.jpg 768w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/blog-emily-4.1-1024x512.jpg 1024w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/blog-emily-4.1-518x259.jpg 518w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/blog-emily-4.1-82x41.jpg 82w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/blog-emily-4.1-600x300.jpg 600w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/blog-emily-4.1.jpg 2000w" sizes="(max-width: 760px) 100vw, 760px" /></a><p><em><span style="color: #000000;">&#8220;Emily&#8221; has shared parts of her story in three or more books, but she writes more from the helper angle, as I have in this series. I am hopeful that certain areas of her personal story and our open dialogue have resonated with you.</span></em></p>
<h2>What Does it Mean?</h2>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>May 18, 20**</strong></span><span id="more-4869"></span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">04/18/20** 5:55pm</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:&nbsp; </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">u doing ok?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:&nbsp; </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I am feeling emotional. Spiritually. I feel a great desire for God. Yesterday I went to the Monastery for their mass. Twenty monks in a circle were singing praises to God. Never been to a service like that before. Later, I went to the Anglican Church for their Maundy Thursday service, a tradition with me. Christ&#8217;s love is overwhelming me. I feel blessed. I have been praying for you. I also get emotional b/c my family no longer lives near me, which makes holidays more empty.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I hear ya</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">pray for son please</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/18/20**&nbsp; 5:59pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">May I ask, is it health or other?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/18/2014 7:09pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Long story short is that we have spent the afternoon trying to get to the bottom of why things are sounding different. To better understand the situation, my son was born blind 14 1/2 yrs ago and we began dealing with hearing loss in kindergarten. He had additional loss in 3rd grade and significant loss in 6th grade leaving him totally blind from birth with 70% loss in both ears as of last check this past fall. We had a scare again last fall, but God showed up in big ways. This afternoon he came in by me panicked he was going deaf. I learned long ago with all of his medical issues that when I can remain calm…at least on the outside…he handles things much better. So I jumped on the phone at 4p hoping to get a hold of his hearing specialists, but found they were already gone for the weekend. I&#8217;ve left messages and scheduled appointments for the soonest possible opening…which is the end of May and not acceptable to me, but I play the game of making the appt and then calling around to find the right doctor who can move it up for us…in case you ever wants to know how to play the game. We ended up running over to urgent care and were able to see his pediatrician who can only tell us the ears look good…clean, drum looks healthy, &amp; no fluid behind it. So….now we wait to hear from his specialists at Children&#8217;s hospital Mon morning. Needless to say it&#8217;s gonna be a long weekend waiting. Even with the distraction of Easter and spending time with family his anxiety is heightened and with the autism it may make it a really long weekend as he struggles with everyday routines under stress like this. So I ask you to pray for peace for him and strength for me to remain calm throughout this situation while we wait for answers next week sometime and phone calls returned Mon. It&#8217;s nothing new, but the only way I&#8217;ve learned to manage through is prayer. </span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Thanks for praying. I PRAISE GOD FOR YOU!</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/18/20**&nbsp; 10:17pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong><span style="color: #000000;">Yes. I praise God for you, too. I just read this and feel the scariness of this, a panic for &#8220;Isaac,&#8221; the fear for the two of you. I must admit to not understanding God&#8217;s ways, but I do know He holds us in the palm of His hand. Father God, I pray peace and calm during the storm. I ask healing and miracles for Isaac to the glory of God. May he always praise You with his life. We always pray that Your will would be done, I pray Your will for Isaac. He needs You to touch him and so does his momma. In this Easter weekend, I pray that you would do something beautiful for Isaaac. Cast your love around him and speak to his spirit. May he feel assurance from You that everything will be okay. I ask this request in Jesus name, Amen</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/19/20** 4:28am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Emily:</strong>&nbsp; Ty</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/19/20** 8:10am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I prayed a long time for him last night. ((Emily)) blessings to you.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">thanks…he says still no changes today, but i can tell he is much more calm about it all</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I wish and hope for a miracle.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">we r too</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">God be with you. Gotta go to a choir practice in a bit.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">k…i&#8217;m heading out for a run</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">__________</span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">April 20, 20**</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/20/20** 7:34am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Happy Resurrection Day!</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/20/20** 10:41am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">He Is RISEN! HALLELUJAH!!!</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/20/20** 12:21pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Amen. Preach it, sister!</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/26/20** 1:04pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Are you having fun?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Trying amidst everything that is happening back home.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I hope you will be able set that stuff aside for the moment and be blessed. I wonder what it&#8217;s like to see people you&#8217;ve only known as a social media entity. Interesting! I need to keep you in my prayers. I keep getting distracted! Talked to each one of my sons today via cell phone. It was nice &#8230; and time consuming! Going to a Christian school fundraiser dinner in a couple of hours. Blessings&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">__________</span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">April 29, 20**</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/29/20** 4:08am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:&nbsp; </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I&#8217;m not ok&#8230;burying friend today who took her own life, and I&#8217;m feeling responsible because I didn&#8217;t listen to the God nudging in the last couple weeks.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/29/20** 7:49am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:&nbsp; </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Oh no! I&#8217;m so sorry. That&#8217;s a grief in two ways. That happened to my mom with my sister. She kept thinking she should call her but didn&#8217;t because she wasn&#8217;t feeling well. Well, I will pray for you. Maybe you can be of comfort to her family. They will need it.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/29/20** 1:52pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">thx</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/29/20** 3:50pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I&#8217;m back from church now. One of the women stayed after to talk with me. It was good. Been thinking of you. I won&#8217;t say anything inquisitive. Words fail me. Just know you have my thoughts and prayers. I do want to know if her family is Christian.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/29/20** 6:29pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">four hours later we are back from the service at church now too</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/02/2014 8:29am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Hey friend, hi ya.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Hey</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">How was last weekend? How many women? (at the book launch retreat)</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I&#8217;m not a good one to ask&#8230;was torn between tragedy at home and trying to be present<br />
</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">It was good from what I can remember</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Sure. You were sad. I didn&#8217;t know when the tragedy happened. Was there someone you connected with at the retreat?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Yes</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">It was good to meet in person</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Yes. A wonderful thing. It was a prayer-filled weekend for me. One of my (church) women, she&#8217;s 35, was in the mental care facility for three days. Jennifer&#8217;s book has caused her to remember and face some horrible memories. I asked many people to pray for her. She is some better and really wants to live for God. I hope she will let me come closer. She&#8217;s in emotional pain right now. I know it&#8217;s not an easy fix. I don&#8217;t always know the answers.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">The thing I see changing, is I am becoming an older woman helping the younger. Just like scripture. What a privilege. Pretty cool stuff. Other stuff, two of my sons are coming for Mother&#8217;s Day. Yay! Have to go move pipe in the orchard now and then start the irrigation. Later&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">__________</span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">May 4, 20**</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/04/20**&nbsp; 9:44pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Hello my friend. I know it&#8217;s late so this can be your morning greeting! The joy of the Lord will be your strength. HAGD! N.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/05/20** 4:05am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Having a REALLY hard time hanging onto joy in this grief</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/05/20**&nbsp; 8:54am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Yes. That&#8217;s the way it is. Some things you have to bear through. Maybe instead of &#8220;the joy of the Lord&#8221; it is &#8220;The Lord be your strength (strong tower).&#8221; There is a season for everything. A time to mourn&#8230; GBU</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I&#8217;m scared</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">I&#8217;m getting swallowed up in this and can&#8217;t get out</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">What is it? Sadness is natural. pain is too. One has to work through the emotions. Guilt is a common emotion to everyone left behind. Regret is normal as well. That is why suicide is so devastating. It impacts everyone who loved and cared. I hate it. Yet, I also understand the desire to escape that is an overwhelming response to pain. One of the reasons we are using our voices.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Do you want to tell me about her?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I just want this crushing of emotions to end</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Do you hear voices?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">It&#8217;s crossed my mind to go join her in the river. I don&#8217;t want to do that to my son but I don&#8217;t know what else to make this stop</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">I&#8217;m losing time&#8230;things like going to the basement to get clothes from dryer only to find I already got them at some point already and don&#8217;t recall when. Or stopping at an intersection not seeing any oncoming traffic and checking both ways to look up into oncoming traffic and be startled by a vehicle that just seems to have appeared out of no where. What seems like just seconds to me makes me do a double take and question how long I was sitting at that intersection anyway</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">It&#8217;s not the answer. And you know it. That would ruin his life and mark him forever. I have experienced what you are speaking of. The mind can only cope with so much. After that it is frazzled. I&#8217;ve had some major upsets and my mind was on over-load. I wasn&#8217;t sharp.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I just don&#8217;t wanna do something stupid when I&#8217;m not thinking straight</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Brains have a limit too. I became agoraphobic at one point. I had four children at the time. I couldn&#8217;t sleep worth a darn. And there was little money. I had to quit my job because of the waves of blackness that would make me feel faint. I didn&#8217;t trust myself to drive the car because I was sleep deprived. It was a slow return to normal. But I got there (with no medication either). A friend gave me a book that helped me, <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><em><span style="color: #0000ff; text-decoration: underline;"><a style="color: #0000ff; text-decoration: underline;" href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/books/hope-and-help-for-your-nerves/">Hope and Help for Your Nerves.</a></span></em></span> It helped dismantle my fear cycle by making me realize that my fear of my fear symptoms was part of the problem. Really, too many life events had put me into a panic mode. I don&#8217;t know why I&#8217;m telling you all of this. Just remember, there is always (always) hope. You are a woman who has much to offer. Don&#8217;t loose sight of the blessings that God has put in you. You are a miracle. You have been rescued out of the pit. God don&#8217;t make mistakes. I&#8217;m pulling for you. Some day I want to be on the cover of Guidepost magazine with you, and a speak to the blessing/miracle of our friendship. I am certain to go through tough times in the future, and YOU will be one of my encouragers.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">You&#8217;re right, it&#8217;s scary when you can&#8217;t depend on your physical body. I will pray. I&#8217;m getting off now. I am babysitting my niece in a few minutes and I need to get myself together. I will pray.<br />
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<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Just teasing about Guideposts. Just saying. God is here.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">thank you</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/05/20**&nbsp; 10:19pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">GN Emily. G is playing the Beauty and the Beast theme song. A good one to ease in the ending to the day. Tomorrow the ladies come to my house. I shampooed the carpet today. It&#8217;s our last session for the morning group. We will have lunch together. I hope it has a nice closure to it. Let me know how you&#8217;re doing sometime in the day. I won&#8217;t be so talkative tomorrow. I won&#8217;t have as much time. Take care, N</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Name three things that make you happy.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">__________</span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">May 6, 20**</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/06/20** 4:03am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Got nothing these days</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/06/20**&nbsp; 4:46pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">It all depends.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Sun, son, &amp; SON</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Starting to see blue sky from behind the dark storm clouds that have been hovering over me</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Yes. Good.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/06/20**&nbsp; 5:54pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:&nbsp; </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I just found out my cousin has lymphoma. He and I are close but don&#8217;t see each other very often. It&#8217;s sobering news. He is an AA sponsor and has strong faith&#8211;but marches to a different drummer&#8230; unconventional&#8230; which is something I like about him. He works for Boeing. Gotta teach ladies tonight. They like to talk so it runs late. One of the ladies can pray with power. I love listening to her pray. Blessing, N.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">i&#8217;ll pray…came home last week to find out my house was made into a safe house for my sis in her marriage and just found out yesterday my aunt was diagnosed with some sort of cancer…she&#8217;s having a hysterectomy next Tues….all of this is just a lot on top of my friend&#8217;s suicide</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/06/20** 10:03pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Just got home. Lots going on in your life. TU for the prayer.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/08/20**&nbsp; 7:16am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:&nbsp; </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">not doing ok, but just left msg to schedule appt with therapist…praying she doesn&#8217;t let me back out when she actually gets to calling me back to schedule</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I think that&#8217;s a good step forward. I will pray that it will come together for you and it will help. I&#8217;ll be praying different times today.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">thx</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">__________</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>May 8, 20**&nbsp; 8:35pm</strong><br />
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<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/08/20** 8:35pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Tried to get back to you sooner but it didn&#8217;t happen. Let me know how it went today.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">__________</span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">May 9, 20**</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/09/20** 2:14am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Have appt scheduled for Mon and spoke with sis. Uneventful day with her showing up but spoke with local women&#8217;s shelter about ways to keep us all safe at my house. Had sobering conversation with my son at dinner because he overheard my conversation with my sis on the phone and had questions. He is prepared to call police if he hears commotion and knows he should stay in his room or the basement with the boys and not come find out what&#8217;s going on.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">05/09/20**&nbsp; 7:31am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">My goodness. That&#8217;s unsettling. Prayers for protection and safety today.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">only unsettling if he needs to act on what we&#8217;ve discussed</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">otherwise he is feeling prepared</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">and i&#8217;m feeling better now that we&#8217;ve discussed it as well</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Ok</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">sad to have to share it with him though</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">That&#8217;s right. Is it a case of domestic abuse?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">sis says he hasn&#8217;t, but both of them r getting in each others face and the kids are hearing them both say hateful things to each other</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I see. Spiraling out of control.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">and I&#8217;m trying not to</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">That&#8217;s good.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">don&#8217;t know how good it is…I&#8217;m barely holding on</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">Right. But the desire is there.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">i guess</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">You&#8217;re a fighter. You&#8217;ll get there.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">guess so</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">bit of a scary ride though</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:&nbsp; </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">True. Getting off now. Son #1 is gonna borrow the IPAD. Blessings.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">__________</span></p>
<p>And so we come to the end of this authentic story. Because of a promise I made to God&#8211;to help anyone who seemed suicidal&#8211;before I ever met Emily, this all happened. All I knew at the time was that she was in trouble. I didn&#8217;t know squat about her. The more she opened, the more comfortable it became. A real friendship developed. I was throwing all I knew at the wall and hoping something would stick. But I didn&#8217;t want to risk being preachy, either. You may wonder if I still have contact with Emily. I do. Our conversations no longer have the intensity, but I love reading what she posts.</p>
<p>Real life has many secrets. People have secrets. Hidden wounds fester. They can have mastery over us. PTSD is another animal of which I am not qualified to address. However, with Emily I acted as an honest friend. True friends care and tell the truth, but they also look for right opportunities to do so&#8230;and pray to that end. Bless you on your journey. It would be helpful for me if you would leave feedback for me in the comments.</p>
<p>God bless you,</p>
<p>Norma</p>
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<p><span style="color: #000000;"><em>Pray for Emily and her son, Isaac, if you happen to think about them.</em></span></p>
<p><em>What is your number one take-away from Conversations with Emily?</em></p>
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<p><em><span style="color: #000000;">Although &#8220;Emily&#8221;and I have developed a secure friendship and have covered many difficult subjects, her struggle to overcome continues to defeat her. Now she is writing about her life for another book, which, again, opens her up for memories that hurt and revisit her. The good thing is that she is talking about it with me rather than ignoring it or doing something harmful.</span></em></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">JUST PLAIN SCARED: CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY<br />
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<p><span style="color: #000000;"><em>The conversation continues.</em></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">__________</span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">April 6, 20**</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/06/20** 8:19pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">just ok&#8217;d the edits for the chapter i submitted last week…i wanna throw up!</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Why?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">scared…totally vulnerable…might as well run around town naked</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Yes. That&#8217;s how my kids feel when I write, even though I&#8217;m kind. Does it have your name?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">yes</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Yep. Did you pray over it?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">yup</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Now it&#8217;s in God&#8217;s hands. Who is writing the book?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">&#8220;Dee&#8221; has gathered 30 women to each write a chapter</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Is she part of &#8220;Jennifer&#8217;s&#8221; team?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">she and jennifer partnered for her, Dee&#8217;s, last book a couple years ago</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I see. I don&#8217;t know Dee.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">national christian women entrepreneurs</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">NACWE…national association of christian women entrepreneurs</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I didn&#8217;t know there was such a thing. Wow.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><a style="color: #0000ff; text-decoration: underline;" href="https://www.facebook.com/NACWE?__mref=message_bubble">https://www.facebook.com/NACWE </a></span></span><span style="color: #000000;">or <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><a style="color: #0000ff; text-decoration: underline;" href="http://nacwe.org/">nacwe.org</a></span></span></span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I will check it out. Thx</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">just joined last May</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Did you join to network with other ladies?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">ya. other like minded</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Me:</strong>  </span><span style="color: #000000;">Yes. I suppose it&#8217;s been beneficial.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">some</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">would u pray tonight</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Yes.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">I&#8217;m sure its just the enemy as i submitted final copy, but still managing my body feeling or reliving stuff tonight</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Ok. I want you to try something. When the bad thoughts come, tell Satan you know it&#8217;s him trying to scare you, that you&#8217;re onto him. Tell him he has no power over you and to take a hike. if you&#8217;ve done this before, do it again. Say it out-loud.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">i&#8217;ll try…just wanna run &amp; am numb</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Of course you are sensitive right now. The evil has been remembered. I even feel it when I read people&#8217;s stories. I felt it with our blogs for Jennifer, that the emphasis was getting to be too much on the pain not enough on God&#8217;s victory.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Father, bind Emily&#8217;s mind to the mind of Christ. Loose her from any lies or influences from Satan and his traps. Set her free, completely free. Send your Holy Spirit in power and love to flow peace through her body and soul. Amen</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Awaken, my friend. Be comforted.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">so wish we could pray together in person…gonna try to get some sleep tonight…THANK YOU</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Amen. Much love, sweet Emily.</span></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">April 9, 20**</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/09/20** 10:56am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">You are a treasure. God has been with you throughout your journey. He&#8217;s so gracious. Just reread your story as part of this week&#8217;s lesson. So weird to be personally acquainted with the person I&#8217;m reading about. Thank you for being willing to be vulnerable by sharing your story. It is sure to help others. One of the women in my study group is trying to reinvent her life. She is 35. It is a big spiritual battle for her, many woundings and strongholds. I am thankful that God is leading this study, not me. Otherwise I&#8217;d be scared of saying the wrong thing. </span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Blessings to you as always. N</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">April 11, 20**</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/11/20** 11:44am</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">hey</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Hey<br />
</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Could use prayer if u have a moment</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/11/20** 2:15pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Will pray.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">ty</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">scrolling through my newsfeed i just saw pic on a friend&#8217;s page of her and her bro for sibling day…totally triggering as her bro is one of my abusers…i just wanna throw up!</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">That was a jolt outta the blue. Suggestion. Pray a blessing on him. Leave it with God. Bless those that curse you. Only possible through Jesus.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">do i have to?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">do NOT want to</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">just wanna curl up in a ball and cry or sleep</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">or maybe cry self to sleep</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Well, nope, you don&#8217;t have to. Crying helps. Then lift it to God.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">no and no and no</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Well, you must confront it, not avoid it. Where we are wounded we must seek deep healing, and then freeing. It was no accident that you saw his pic. It was a dare. Are you going to engage in your healing or are you going to submerge in your pain? Only you can face this, I can only pray. I see where you are locked in a cage, unable to free yourself. You can walk free. Believe this. Believe.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Going to get G. Be back in 20 min.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">i will never be free of this</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">i gave in…doesn&#8217;t matter anymore</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">At the school waiting. Of course it matters. Don&#8217;t stop believing&#8230; as the song says. I know you can be free.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Emily, you need someone praying you through this. Asking God to give you healing words that speak.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">don&#8217;t waste ur time</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">What is this?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">me on a bad day</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">sorry</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Emily, Emily.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">whatever</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">seriously…forget about it…</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">tomorrow&#8217;s a new day</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Sorry I didn&#8217;t give you much empathy. Well, sorta sorry. It&#8217;s just such a lovely day! Wish you could Enjoy it!</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">started lovely here, but has gotten colder and cloudier<br />
</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Perfect weather in Chico. Gotta call my tax accountant now. Just lovely.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">have fun…i&#8217;m working on my taxes this weekend too, UG</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/11/20**  6:33pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I have two businesses now: writing and farming. So I pay someone to figure it out for me.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">ya…that&#8217;ll prob be next yr…f/t employment along with (my two side businesses) right now…maybe writing or ministry by next yr</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">lots to keep track of</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Yes! I hope to have two more books published by then.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">that&#8217;d be AWESOME!!!!</span></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">April 14, 20**</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">04/14/20** 8:31pm</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">how was ur night?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Ok. I&#8217;m being lazy</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">i owe u an apology for the other day…i&#8217;m sorry u were on the receiving end of my bad day</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong>Me:  </strong><span style="color: #000000;">At least you can be crabby with me.<br />
</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Can I be nosy? Did you ever hear back from that guy?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">which guy? there r a few of them that have surfaced recently</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Really! The first one.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">The date!</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">oh, the date…he&#8217;s liked some of my posts on fb and i have some of his, but nothing more has come from it</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">he doesn&#8217;t live in the area though…his parents do.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">The April Fool&#8217;s guy (a hulk, photo on FB), now that was a cute joke.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">oh him…ya, he&#8217;s fictitious<br />
</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">just a guy i found online</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I once knew a guy like that, 15 years younger than me. He was either a very wonderful Christian or a super good con. He kept pursuing (long distance). Boy, could he pray. I loved to listen to him.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">We would skype.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Ok&#8230;.<br />
</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">ok, what?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I&#8217;m being stupid.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">lol</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">k</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I am feeling spring fever. Don&#8217;t want to study for my bible study tomorrow.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Pretty bad when the leader is that way.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">na…just that time of yr</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I pulled some weeds in the backyard, so I did something worthwhile today.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">How&#8217;s &#8220;Isaac&#8221; doing?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">good…on spring break</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Nice</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">no…u were right…ice…snowed today! UG!</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Oh my. We&#8217;re in the 80s. Move to Calif.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">i&#8217;m soooooo there!</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I have a new prayer request. I really need someone to help me with my computer stuff. I spend tons of time trying to figure things out &#8230;with moderate success. I want someone who can come over and help me. I&#8217;ve been relying on my son but I think its time to do it differently. He&#8217;s willing but I think I need someone who lives here.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">so THAT&#8217;S why u want me to move there!?<br />
</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">um…u know i work in IT, right?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I just want to be moving forward but I stay stagnate. Of course it could be the Lord, not the right time.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">It gets frustrating at times.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">i believe it</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Ain&#8217;t getting any younger either.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">age has nothing to do with it…all about willingness to learn, my friend</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">I&#8217;ve been learning. It&#8217;s crazy how much I&#8217;ve learned. But I still spin my wheels and run into roadblocks. Enough of my complaining. Gotta get focused on my lesson. I just need to review it. I prepared it last Wed.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span><span style="color: #000000;">then get to it!</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Me:  </span></strong><span style="color: #000000;">Ok. You be good. Nice talking with you. Later&#8230;</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:</strong>  </span><span style="color: #000000;">adios, cinnamon toast</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #000000;"><em>Next week will be our last installment of Conversations with Emily.</em></span></p>
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