There is a group of women who often suffer in silence. We are women whose husbands are caught in the snare of pornography.
This is a place of help, of hope, of strength.
This blog is written with the assumption that you have chosen to fight for your husband, your marriage, and your family.
The things posted here will be in the form of encouragement and help to do just that.

Friday, April 11, 2014

His Story

I just read a blog written by a young man with this addiction. It is a really good perspective from the addict's point of view and I highly recommend it.

What struck me most about his experience is the negative self talk that Satan can put into our minds.
He wants nothing more than for us to give up on ourselves. Sometimes my most important job is to be my husband's cheerleader. To let him know that he can do this. Sometimes I have to do it even when I can't see the path before us either, but I have to go on faith and what I know to be true. I know of our individual potential and worth. I know that the law of the harvest joyfully welcomes latecomers with as much love as it does those who worked all the day long.

I know that everyone's day of grace comes at a different time and that everyone deserves to be given the chance to repent and change, and that only Heavenly Father gets to tell us when we've run out of time. We are told that we will be rewarded for bringing souls to Jesus. I assume that it works the other way too. If I give up on someone, that will come up as part of my final judgement.

I'm very impressed with the brave man who wrote this blog and I wish him the best in his recovery.

My Story

I've found some additional blogs and resources online in the last few days and will be sharing them with you. I hope you're doing well my sisters. I keep searching for peace amidst what seems to be constant angst. It is elusive, but there are moments when I feel my faith within me like a rod from head to toe and I am strengthened and at peace and feel like nothing can take me down. I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me. (Phil 4:13).  But then before I know it, I'm on my knees in a crumpled heap again, because Satan is in my head just as much as he is in my husband's. He's telling me that I will never be the person I want to be and am striving to be. "See? You're pathetic and on your knees in a crumpled heap again! Haha!" I hate him.

My hope is just that the moments of strength and peace will become more frequent and the crumpled moments will have less endurance. I want to know the end from the beginning, but Heavenly Father is trying to teach me to have faith. In Him and His process; in others around me that I see as not progressing the way I want them to; in the Plan of Happiness. I just need to pick myself up one more time.

I love you,

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