Carla Murray

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Carla Murray Biography

I've had a very difficult life, but throughout it all, I can say I've been richly blessed as well. I started writing at the age of 9, but only have all of my writing since I was 20, and believe me, that is a great deal. I come out of extreme childhood abuse and while going through my healing journey, my beloved husband of 23 yrs was tragically killed in a plane crash. So I am a widow. I became a Christian 31 yrs ago and the Lord is a very important part of my life. Although I love to write poetry, I am actually an article writer and write for a trauma magazine. I also lead a support group for women in emotional pain in my church and have a heart for women in pain. I could not do this if I had not been abused, as my healing journey taught me a great deal, so I can look back and see how blessed I am because of my childhood. I wish it had been different, but it wasn't. Today I am content and at peace and I have forgiven my multiple perpetrators. I love to hike and am training to do a 49 mile,6 day hike in July of 2012. I have some very good friends whom I am grateful for. I have two wonderful and crazy yellow labs whom I sometimes write humor about, because what else can you write about these wonderful dogs. My husband and I traveled all over a great deal of the world with backpacks and two books and had great experiences. So I am very grateful for my freedom. I love life and enjoy it as much as possible. Thank you for taking the time to read my profile.)

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Boundless Love Prose

As I look back at my life, there are no words in my mouth, but there is now a sparkle in my eye that you must see. A skip in my step that was never there, and almost always a smile on my lips, keeping back the laughter held deep inside my throat, waiting to escape.

But you know that, don’t you? You realize this, as you are a wise man. I have found my way at last in a world that can be cruel and unforgiving. For as I fell, you would reach out your hand and help me stand. And as I collapsed, you would lift me up, so I could walk again. And today, I can walk alone, and you understand.

You helped me see flowers amongst the weeds and sunshine inside the rain. Trails where there were none and waterfalls where only barren land used to exist. Azure skies instead of grey clouds, as hope replaced my hopelessness.

When you are old and gray and I am with God, you will know deep inside that you helped me not only find myself, but realize that I am actually worthy of being loved. For you loved me throughout it all.

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