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  1. Campbell Forlong
    November 8, 2018 @ 10:58 pm

    The poem … I get that … might not be makeup and dressing right, but us blokes definitely have our own version of ‘I am survive’. Our ‘all good’, remain casual, talk it up, get on with the job at hand, make it a joke … push deep down our pain, insecurities and guilt. Well that’s true of me more often than I would like to admit. Thanks Lorraine.

  2. Lorraine Forlong
    November 9, 2018 @ 9:43 am

    Thanks, Campbell. Thanks for being honest. I think we know that from early in life we learn survival and look-to-our-own-strength as coping mechanisms. We are told – “Real men don’t cry. Pull it together…” but these ways of coping move deceptively quickly from a way to deal with our stuff to being a counterfeit ‘lover’. This lover will say, “you can trust yourself”, “you are the only safe place for you”, “you will be there for you”, “you know what is best for you”,etc. Trusting in our own strength will invariably fail us. To put up a wall, to ‘survive’, to bury deep, to cover, is a fraudulent ‘lover’ compared to the one who is the true Lover of our Souls – He is for us, He is safe, He is always there, He loves us, and the love he has is the only genuine, completely able to do what is needed to be done within us, love.