Moments

​There are moments when so many different facets of life are up in the air and staring me in the face, it’s difficult to know which one to look at. Which one to pay attention to first. That’s where I am today.
 
On a walk with a friend today, she said, ‘’pick one and move toward it.’’ I pick a topic that for some of you, you have heart a LOT about it these last few years. The spiritual group (I sometimes even use the word ‘cult’ – because it was a culture that used guilt, shame, and the threat of character defamation as a way to keep people there) I was a part of for 13 years. This week the topic has flared because I have a family member who is still there and it hurts. It hurts that he’s there, that he’s cutting people out of his life who love him (like I did). That he’s under the impression that God would prefer what he’s doing, when God isn’t a part of that nonsense.
 
If he would read anything I’d write I’d say….
 
Querido,

Come home. Please. I’m sorry that I was your entryway into that group. But it’s done. Over with. Complete. That first night after I left, I wish I’d told you to just leave with me. That we could talk details later but to just come. If you leave there, everyone there will abandon you, just like they did to me. That is a threat that they loom over you, whether you see it or not. Peter – he’s no good. He’s a liar & a thief. He was good at one point, but for some reason, he went south. I wish you’d all leave, so you could see that you don’t have to be sequestered to be with great people. So you could see that the world is not your enemy, but is up under you supporting your visions and dreams.
 
There’s so much more I can say. We are here – the ones that loved you before, loved you during, and will love you after. Don’t let him use me against you. Do as I did and go.