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<channel><title><![CDATA[Grace Abounds Counseling LLC - Blog]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.grace-abounds-counseling.com/blog]]></link><description><![CDATA[Blog]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2025 07:41:05 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[I am Resurrected: The Remnants of Divorce]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.grace-abounds-counseling.com/blog/i-am-resurrected-the-remnants-of-divorce]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.grace-abounds-counseling.com/blog/i-am-resurrected-the-remnants-of-divorce#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2021 19:05:46 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.grace-abounds-counseling.com/blog/i-am-resurrected-the-remnants-of-divorce</guid><description><![CDATA[Today is resurrection day. I&rsquo;m going to be deeply vulnerable.&nbsp;Today I am made whole in a way that I am able to see the fullness of my life. I am no longer ashamed to share that I experienced a very broken marriage. It&rsquo;s so shameful to share as&nbsp;a now marriage therapist where I sit with couples who are divulging the same fears, frustrations&nbsp;and harms that I too have experienced.&nbsp;Our brokenness can be so devastating to muddy through. One July afternoon, my first boyf [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">Today is resurrection day. I&rsquo;m going to be deeply vulnerable.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">Today I am made whole in a way that I am able to see the fullness of my life. I am no longer ashamed to share that I experienced a very broken marriage. It&rsquo;s so shameful to share as&nbsp;</span></span><span><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">a now marriage therapist where I sit with couples who are divulging the same fears, frustrations&nbsp;</span></span><span><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">and harms that I too have experienced.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">Our brokenness can be so devastating to muddy through. One July afternoon, my first boyfriend&nbsp;</span></span><span><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">and then my husband shared with me that he wanted a divorce. The words, "I want a divorce" became the nails that crucified me to my shame. I believed that I didn&rsquo;t have the genetic make-up to keep a man happy. Did I have the resilience to pick up the pieces? This pain sank deep into my bones as I walked like a ghost through life. I held onto&nbsp; my 7-month old son Enzo.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">My son became the key and my North Star. I mustered up the will that I could be made whole again. I didn&rsquo;t become a believer until later.&nbsp; For some time, my son, my job as a teacher, my friends and my family provided me sustenance. Four years later, in the midst of an emotionally abusive relationship, I was redeemed in Christ. He gave me life again; He loved me for all of me.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">I was reminded of the great life I now have just last night as I was reading passages from a therapy book to my husband in bed. It was such an innocuous scene. He had come home from a long day of work and we began talking about our life, relationship, our family as we often do in bed. In the quiet stillness of the night, he asked me a question, as he often does, that left me thinking about my deservedness. He asked me if he does enough to honor me. In that moment, I was not caught off guard by thoughts that usually represent an absence of love, but instead I realized I have an abundance of love, a love that I do not have to earn but is so freely given to me.</span></span><br /><br /><span><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">Today I celebrate Easter, the day of his resurrection and the love He so freely bestows upon us. I am thankful for the ability to love again.<br /><br />&#8203;</span></span><br /><br /><br />&#8203;</div>  <div class="paragraph"></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>