Thank you for your heart wrenching and inspiring story. I thought my tears had dried up, but no, they are still here, and welled up while reading "I Cry on the Beach'. I have a degree of separation (somewhat), as the sick people in my life who have bought into the madness are my beloved grandchildren (that I helped raise) and they turned…
Thank you for your heart wrenching and inspiring story. I thought my tears had dried up, but no, they are still here, and welled up while reading "I Cry on the Beach'. I have a degree of separation (somewhat), as the sick people in my life who have bought into the madness are my beloved grandchildren (that I helped raise) and they turned away from me years ago. My son, their father, has abandoned me for who knows why, his own mental illness? Since I am banished from their lives, I do not know where they are in the scheme of this ungodly mess, have they caved to surgeries, are they ill from the hormones and drugs? How are they surviving? Where are my great grandchildren in all this? I do not know. But I am also given the grace of separation, as you have been given by your dearly loved Ricky. He did it out of his illness and due to the clutches of the vile cult but by keeping close to our God who sees us, dear one, you will survive to continue the fight. He needs each one of us to overcome this evil. Keep leaning into the Father of all, He will never change in this world that makes no sense, that's ever changing. We have glimmers of hope, soon it will be floods, if we do not give up. Thank you, I cry with you. Love, Indio.
Thank you for your heart wrenching and inspiring story. I thought my tears had dried up, but no, they are still here, and welled up while reading "I Cry on the Beach'. I have a degree of separation (somewhat), as the sick people in my life who have bought into the madness are my beloved grandchildren (that I helped raise) and they turned away from me years ago. My son, their father, has abandoned me for who knows why, his own mental illness? Since I am banished from their lives, I do not know where they are in the scheme of this ungodly mess, have they caved to surgeries, are they ill from the hormones and drugs? How are they surviving? Where are my great grandchildren in all this? I do not know. But I am also given the grace of separation, as you have been given by your dearly loved Ricky. He did it out of his illness and due to the clutches of the vile cult but by keeping close to our God who sees us, dear one, you will survive to continue the fight. He needs each one of us to overcome this evil. Keep leaning into the Father of all, He will never change in this world that makes no sense, that's ever changing. We have glimmers of hope, soon it will be floods, if we do not give up. Thank you, I cry with you. Love, Indio.