I realized my comment in response to y'all on the previous post was turning into a rant of thanks, (?) but--hey, if ya can't rant on yer own blog, why blog at all, right?
Thanks, all y'all, for the kind help and support. It's helped me to begin to come to terms with it, I think. I have a right to my anger. I need not follow my old way of acquiescing and stuffing it, to have it emerge in self-destruction. You have shown me just how alone I was then, by showing me that I'm not alone now; thanks be to Godde, and all of y'all.
I remember reading Nora Gallagher's account of her discernment process in *Practicing Resurrection* a year or two ago, and have only just come to realize that I read it as fantasy:
"Discernment Process"?!!!!
There was nothing in it that felt like discernment at any stage, then or now, unless you count the members of the Committee looking for a way to make an unpleasant choice, so they could go back to their day jobs. It was, from beginning to end, a process of judgment by the Diocesan Committee I, and nothing more. Help to discern the action of Holy Wisdom in my life?
Spiritual abuse.
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Yours is far from the first horror story I've heard. This is all ahead of me, and at times it scares me witless.
((((you))))
I am glad that you have found your posting about this cathartic. You seem like a genuinely good person dear Johnieb, I send you my on-going prayers.
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