OH, The Places You Will Blog

Oh, the places she has blogged. Her first blogging memory was that of her cowboy daddy. Oh, she sat securely in his arms astride his horse named, Hurry. Blond curls surround her head, red cowboy boots on her feet. With feelings of dread Hurry tried to pull her off of his back and on to the ground. She kicked back, but Hurry was too big. No other would ride Hurry but her cowboy daddy. Trixie's sneak into our lives. The little girl was not an exception. She met a baby sitter who saw the three year old girl as a blog she never had. Tossed from wall to wall the little girl blogged no one. Other abuses, at the hands of the baby sitter. The baby sitter is forgiven. The little girl blogged no one. Blogs of her mommy picking sweet violets, so purple and dainty. This would be a blog that the little girl would tell everyone. Oh, the places she would blog. Her life was beautiful. She was innocent and knew nothing of this kind of blog. Now six, maybe five another Trixie sought to sneak. A man child, friend to her brothers had been taught by his own Trixie. The man child could not blog to his parents for they were upside down and inside out with alcohol. The man child played out his tricks on the little girl. She became a woman child at age six. The woman child blogged no one. The woman child grew and hid her beauty even from her own mind. In the mirror she must not see an object of desire. It felt wrong. Oh, the places she would blog if she knew how. As the woman child grew she still did not understand the tricks that were played on her. Father in Heaven understood. He saved the most dangerous Trixie. The man child was called home at age twenty one before he could be a Trixie to someone else. The woman child understood that even though the loss was great, God had been merciful. To most of all, God had been merciful to the man child. The man child is forgiven. The woman child cried for her Trixie and missed him terribly. Over and over the woman child blogged herself truths. One day a man asked the woman child, "why does she hide her body?" Aw, the woman child knew the answer but could not blog the man. The man threatened the woman child's shell. She could blog no one. Oh, the places she would blog if the woman child could learn to trust. Until the child could be forgotten and reconnected with the woman, she could not blog. Oh, the places she would blog if the woman child would let go of control. A good and understanding man married the woman child, non- blogger. He tried to help her blog trust and need to control. The man was patient and waited. It wasn't until the woman child met a beautiful woman named Traci. Traci blogged the woman child's heart and showed her "there is no control." The woman child reunited herself, with the woman. Oh, the places the woman will blog now. Freedom to choose daily is the only gift the woman can give her God. For, the woman is indebted to him eternally. God is the only person the woman can truly trust. The Teacher helped the woman to trust. The woman misses her Teacher. But, the woman has been blogged enough times to know that God is Merciful. Oh, the places The Teacher has blogged and will continue to blog. I love my Teacher.