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Lord, please help me to change - Judith Couchman

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THK NEW , IMPROVE D YO U"Judy," she said , "let' s start prayin g abou t him , askin g Go d<strong>to</strong> reveal what the relationship should be. "I agreed, neve r suspectin g Hi s answer. I n les s than tw oweeks, m y clinging, can't-think-of-anyone-but-hi m emotion s left .They had bee n replace d wit h th e confidence that Terry could b emy friend.Remarkably, I had <strong>change</strong>d .As with anythin g i n God's economy , wha t appeared t o b enegative turne d positive . Hi s answer gav e u s freedom, direction ,protection. I knew m y boundaries wit h Terry; I had bee n shielde dfrom the wounds o f loving the wrong person .After that, I thought th e struggl e wa s over. Bu t the n well -intentioned friend s and stranger s wouldn't believ e <strong>me</strong> . The ywould smil e and nod , convince d tha t I denied deepe r feelings ,that I couldn't enjo y a man's company withou t windin g up a t th ealtar or a t leas t i n hi s bed.For som e reason , the y couldn't o r wouldn't believ e i n rea l<strong>change</strong>.(J) / ou'r e stil l the sa<strong>me</strong> old Judy I'v e always known. "(Z)/ Thos e ar e th e las t words I want t o hear . Eve n whe n it' s<strong>me</strong>ant a s a compli<strong>me</strong>nt fro m a longti<strong>me</strong> friend , that assess<strong>me</strong>n tsinks <strong>me</strong> . 1 wan t peopl e t o kno w tha t I' m different , that I'v estruggled t o get better , tha t I'v e <strong>change</strong>d .Instead, the y casually negate m y efforts.I have t o remind mysel f tha t people' s assumption s ca ne<strong>me</strong>rge from a lack of information, not from the fact that I haven't<strong>change</strong>d. Fo r example, severa l months ago , a friend said t o <strong>me</strong> ,"Oh, Judy, you're jus t alway s working!"My sensitive antenna picke d u p on tha t one. Fo r the las t tw oyears I had consciously chosen t o work less. I had quit doing overti<strong>me</strong>at the office, taken fe w writing assign<strong>me</strong>nts, and accomplished a lot ofnothing. Bu t Donna didn't kno w that. She lived i n another <strong>to</strong>wn . Shehadn't see n <strong>me</strong> for a few years. She believed old information.God, <strong>help</strong> <strong>me</strong>, I thought. / don V want <strong>to</strong> feel slighted by her assess<strong>me</strong>nt.Then withou t thinking , I <strong>to</strong>ld Donn a tha t sh e wa s wrong ,that sh e neede d t o update he r facts , that I had worke d har d a t<strong>change</strong> and I wanted he r t o believe it .

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