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Someone Else's Story

I was reading a Facebook post last night. The author was planning a party for her young daughter, and she expressed her reservations about inviting certain members of her dysfunctional family. Many of the elements she described hit a little close to home for me. This morning a friend of the family was in a chatty mood, and he opened up about his own dysfunctional upbringing. Again, many of the elements hit a little close to home for me.

I began to wonder if anyone truly had the golden childhood, I keep hearing about. I spent years lamenting my disorderly home, my pre-packaged meals, and my tendency to lose my temper. I did not want my kids' childhood to be filled with anger, frustration, and noise. I wanted their time to be filled with sunlight, music, and curiosity. I wanted them to have opportunities to explore and time to dream.

The friend of the family looked at his dysfunctional upbringing, even as a child, and vowed to be the best person he could be. He never wanted to exhibit the behaviors he had witnessed from his family. I have also made a conscious choice to avoid the negative behaviors I had witnessed in my semi-tarnished childhood. Someday, I hope the woman who posted on Facebook finds peace as well.

"Peace I leave with you, My peace I give you. Not as the world gives do I give it to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled; be not afraid." John 14: 27

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