At Peace

Kim Phillips

Description

Laughter is like a medicine. Good for the mind, soul and body. Take the trip and then decide.

Sujets

• Memorias (Katsuhiro Otomo)
• Biography
• Healing
• Childhood
• Scream/Childhood
• Memories
• Autobiography

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 18 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665564588
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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At Peace
Healing God’s Way
 
 
 
 
 
KIM PHILLIPS
 
 
© 2022 Kim Phillips. All rights reserved.
 
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Scripture quotations are from the Holy Bible, King James Version (Authorized Version). First published in 1611. Quoted from the KJV Classic Reference Bible, Copyright © 1983 by The Zondervan Corporation.
 
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Interior illustrations Brittany Huntley.
 
 
 
ISBN: 978-1-6655-6459-5 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-6458-8 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022912767
 
 
 
Published by AuthorHouse 10/13/2022
 
 

CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1   School Days
Chapter 2   High School Days
Chapter 3   Building A God Relationship
Chapter 4   Transparency in God’s Time
References

PROLOGUE
W ith the pandemic going on and not knowing where to turn, let me assure you, first, you are strong enough to withstand anything that comes your way with the right focus and mindset. Secondly, you are loved and favored by the Almighty. There are some people who never experience life fully because of their past. I want to tell you to do the opposite. Because of your past, live life to the fullest. Sometimes we are left wondering whatever happened to the good or peace that we search for in life.
Well, my friend, I want you to know it is still there. Just like a soft wind that blows with the sweet fragrance of a beautiful unknown flower, it is there to delight your senses and cause you to search for it. After you have searched a while, you find it. That is how peace can come upon you, or you can lose it. because you have not sought after it.
When we talk about peace, many ideas, pictures, or cozy thoughts come to mind. A love from long ago, maybe a family member that supported your wild and crazy ideas, or a pet that made you feel wanted and special. Like you can take on the world and win.
Then reality takes a bite out of it. Lost love. Dionne Warwick sang a song, “Finders of Lost Love” (telling my age here), but when you listen to the lyrics, it required us to find that love outside of ourselves. Only to be dissatisfied with who we are and stay on the hamster wheel. Trust me, the decades of searching for someone outside of oneself to be happy can be a full-time job. Only to become disenchanted with life.
To be genuinely happy, you must first recognize what happy looks like, and that must start in you. Then, can you recognize happiness when it comes? You will not jump from relationship to relationship or place to place because you will realize joy, peace, and happiness starts and ends with you fulfilling your destiny.
Sometimes we negate to do the necessary things to get where we want to be. Meaning we look at people and things and go after them, not recognizing the road or struggle the person has endured to get to that place. We accept counterfeit behavior, things, and lifestyles to appear to have achieved a particular status. It will come back to haunt you. Your peace ought to be more valuable than what things look like to others. I get it; we hear everyone is doing it. Really, can we honestly say everyone is doing something? That, my friend, is a hasty generalization. We do not know, but your personal peace should matter more to you than what others appear to be doing.
Let me tell you a story. It will not be brief or pretty, although true. And then, you can decide whether to continue to follow the path of someone else instead of who you were created to be. My personal story will hopefully inspire you to recognize that if I had the strength to do it, so do you. Again, I am sharing in the hopes of motivating you to look at things in a different light and strengthen you by letting you see that real starts within you and then sheds outside.
You cannot contain something so powerful that it attracts the best and sometimes brings ole slew foot him/her to you. I began this journey of peace after having what I will describe as a horrific childhood, and while some may disagree, that is their prerogative. We must face our life head on and live our best, blessed life.
Today some of the things that were hidden or not openly discussed are now being exposed for the hideous things that they are. I am profoundly grateful that there are adults that stand up for children and continue to protect them. I am purposefully living life with my family. It is a choice that I have chosen, and regardless of how many times my mind wanders back to my childhood, I continue to thank God and talk about it with my husband. So, here is what I promised. I know you may know someone who has shared the story before or you may have a similar story. I would encourage you to rewrite how it will impact your future self to be happy and find your peace.

1
CHAPTER
School Days
M y life started in kindergarten. These are the first memories that I had of school. My teacher, Ms. Z and her sister were old and walked slow. To a child, every adult walks slow, and we were impatient to get outside and play. We had recess and snack time after lunch. What in the world was the school thinking? Anyway, we had a regular schedule for activities. One of them included having the local bank come to our school for the children to open a bank account and have the dentist look at our teeth.
Of course, you could not have an account without your parents’ permission. So, the notices were given to everyone. I tell you, that was one of the funniest things that happened at five years old. Coming home from school and telling your mom or dad you had a note for them. Usually, when a note was sent home with the child, it was attached with a big safety pin to the chest, and we were not the most delicate people on the planet.
Running around in the playground until someone older came to escort you home. What a laugh; they would be the one to read it first, and then it would get to the parent. Obviously, that did not work for most of us. So, they would write it inside our notebook to be signed by the parent. I believe that system worked better. Mom gave her consent , and every Wednesday and Friday, like clockwork, the bank came to collect whatever we were given. We received a bank book. Hopefully, the photo resonates with some of you.

In the 60s, this is what the bank gave to everyone with an account. Getting permission to open a bank account was the highlight of kindergarten. Big times ahead. The schools back in those days taught more than socialization. They were interested in helping the student become a productive citizen (I guess). It felt good knowing that we were doing something so grown-up. Every Saturday, my younger sister and I would go to the bank with my mother and watch her put money in the bank or withdraw money. Either way, we knew it was something we wanted to do when we grew up.
She would say, save and do not spend. What kind of madness was that? We would compare how much money we had in our account with our friends, and that is when everything went off the rails. It became a competition to save more than the others. Cute for kids, not for adults (just saying).
I do not recall the first or second grade. I can tell you that most of my classmates were assigned to the same teacher every year.