The wandered in the wilderness in a solitary way; they found no city to dwell in.”–Psalm 107:4 KJV
I had a revelation of truth. This entire time I had been living a rebellious life, and I had become a rambling man, wandering in the wilderness. I had been living my life without the Lord, and I felt empty, like a hollow shell. I needed much more than I had now to fill my life.
As the windter changed to spring in 1982, our relationship continued to become rockier and stormier. Sherry and I were always fighting, yelling and insulting each other. There would be nights we wouldn’t even speak to each other. We didn’t share the same bed anymore.
Our relationship finally broke down completely. I had come home from teaching. I was tired. Sherry was also exhausted.
All of her eight kids were talking to her at once in the kitchen. It was dinner time, and everyone was hungry. They were all climbing on Sherry, begging for her affection and attention. I don’t know why, but at that moment I attacked Sherry with some mean, derogatory remarks. Sherry instantly reached for the largest butcher knife she could find and made a lunge for me. I don’t think I’ve ever run as fast in my life as I did that moment. I darted out the back door and never came back again.
That was the beginning of the end. I asked myself how I could ever trust Sherry again. I began preparing for the end of our relationship. It would be a messy breakup, since she was my manager, we had a business contract together, and we wrote songs together. I began asking my songwriting friends for help in finding a place to live.
Meanwhile, after that scary episode of Sherry trying to cut me into pieces, I avoided Sherry completely. I hired a lawyer firend to sever the maganagement agreemnt I had signed with Sherry. I didn’t return any phone calls or messages from her. I cut all ties with Sherry, but Sherry was persistent. She called me at least twenty times a day. She would cry and beg on my answering maching, asking me to take her back. She apologized over and over again from her haert. She swore whe would never ever try to hurt me again.
But it was over for me. I was done with her. I swore in my heart that I had never loved her and didn’t love her now. No matter how hard Sherry tried to win me back, I was through with her.
(To be continued in next month’s blog.”)
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