The very thing I find myself missing about my sense of home as a kid is the simple quiet routine of life, but the very thing that terrifies me in the now as a grown up is the simple quiet routine of my life. I am not sure why, but when someone else is leading, … Continue reading Setting the Stage
There has been many times in my life where I thought I could do something or that maybe I could change something or someone, and I would try my hardest to be better or do better for the cause, but over the years I have finally come to see that in some cases there is … Continue reading There is Nothing we Can do…
"Happy Birthday Mommy! You are half way to 80!" Said my eleven year old daughter. "Thank you?" I think. I turned the big 40 last year, and some of my friends told me it was different than all the other birthdays, so I was excited to find out what it meant for me. I am … Continue reading The Great Abide
And as we settle into the life we were meant to live, we begin to trust ourselves to be who we really are. The process unravels our fears and doubts exposing our true self.
I left that day knowing God had done a mighty work through us. God was putting together a puzzle that had long been collecting pieces, and in time they would all be put together.
The sense of home is important to me. I've heard, home is where you hang your hat, home is where the heart is, home is where you are (referring to a loved one), but to me the word home was deeper than that and I felt lost without the place I called home. I have … Continue reading I am Home
Why is it so hard to live in each moment? I mean really? I want to know why it is so hard to do? Every morning the sheets are soft and warm to wake up to. Every morning the coffee in our house brews itself into a robust flavor that travels to my nose. Every … Continue reading Living in The Now
There I sat in my dark little cell Fully content in my heavenly hell. When in came a child with a little key. Her smile was aimed right at me. Quietly she worked as she unlocked my door. Then left in the way she had come before. Curiosity filled me as I slowly stood from … Continue reading Reflection
I participate in a women’s Christian retreat held twice a year. It takes place on a mountaintop. It starts on a Thursday and ends on Sunday, and every time I attend I have a hard time pooping while I’m there. Oh yeah, I'm going there! I usually bring a stool-softner with me, but this time … Continue reading You Can’t Control Poop!
