#BrookeUnbroken

Before you begin to read, you may find offense in this post, however that is not my intention. My blogs have always been real and raw. This one is no different. It’s a moment of true honesty.  I don’t consider myself a religious person.  I do not attend an organized church mostly because of the way myself and my family were treated by the people of the church.  I do not sink myself in the Bible.  Maybe I should. I do however have a relationship with God in my own realm.  I have my own ways of receiving worship. I don’t and won’t discuss religion with anyone, not even my spouse.  If you need to judge that, do so however you see fit.  There are times when I struggle with the beliefs that I grew up with and “learned” from the church because they don’t line up with the way I feel and some of the “choices” (as some like to call it) that I have made throughout my life. I know I have disappointed some, and even God along the way. There’s times when I even question my beliefs at all

Life sure has a way of slapping you in the face and putting things in perspective.    One minute you’re going through the monotony of your daily routine, the next you receive some earth shattering news. News that kicks your legs out from under you, puts you on your knees, and makes you question why you go through the motions of daily life without a thought of anything other than what’s right before you.   Family trees and the circle of life are bittersweet.    What starts out as a tree strong enough to withstand the fiercest of winds turns into a frail hollow frame with limbs that break with the breeze.    As a child we go through our days without a worry in the world, allowing our innocence to steer our experiences.    As young adults, we take on the world as an invincible warrior without a second thought on our rash decisions.    We become parents and our once selfish ego abruptly turns into a nurturing parent who then dedicates our life to ensuring our child has anything and