I preach and preach to all who will listen (and yell it for the girl there in the back that looks like me) to let things go, especially those little things that hurt me so. Holding on to them is for what? To prove a point, to make sure we get the last word, to
grief
Other Side of the Wall
We so often feel we are the only ones broken when, truly, the other side of the wall is broken too. Beautifully broken. Just like us.
At the Altar
This past Sunday, I woke up so stressed. It was about 1:30 in the morning. I laid in bed tossing and turning until I gave up about 2:30. The list was running rampant in my mind – you know, ‘the list.’ Ridiculous, life-sucking, energy-draining list, most of which we can’t do anything about… except lose
All in One Day
I find myself at a loss for words.I find myself talking way too much.I am happy and floating,worried and anxious,laughing and smiling,holding back tears….. and that was yesterday. Is it age or hormones,fear and joy mixed together,maybe it’s history replaying in my mind…I do not believe this has a name except perhaps,life. Crazy, chaotic, overwhelming,
Again and Again.
Restless spirit. A calming God. Worried heart. A reassuring God. Heavy soul. An uplifting God. Hurting and in pain. A comforting God. He takes care of it all… if we just let it go. Why do we hold on so tight when His hands are outstretched, reaching out to calm, to reassure, to uplift,
Letter by the Bed
I wrote this today with so many people on my mind, including family members, struggling with depression, trying to just put one foot in front of the other while many of us don’t even see it. I used to have a drawer full of masks, they were covered in smiles and “I’m okay” expressions, and
The Mornings.
I believe grief comes in many forms. The loss of a loved one, of course, but isn’t there more? I feel we grieve over the loss of the way things were or were supposed to be, relationships, seeing those we love and care about suffer, losing ourselves in despair. Some grieve from aging and time
Coat of Fears and Woe
Her heart broke as the tears flowed,her coat had been heavy to wear.She’d carried it long but was giving up,not sure how much more she could bear. At last she cried out, “I just can’t go on,it is all too heavy for me!”and that’s when she felt a warm embrace and heard the words that would
He Wakes Me
He wakes me in the morning,waiting…waiting…waiting…on me. He wonders… Will I think of Him?Will I trudge down the hall to get coffee?Will I turn on the phone and start to scroll?Will I watch other’s lives, ooh and aah, roll my eyes at crazy people?Will I turn on the computer and grimace at my inbox?Will I
Regardless and Forever
Below is a story I am entering in my first ever writing contest. I want to challenge myself ! We were given a required word count along with a prompt which is – someone wakes up on a train with no idea how they got there, no ticket, and it doesn’t appear to be stopping.
Gentle Giant
Sort of a rambling here but you know me. I was sitting on my porch this week watching it rain, listening, and it sounded so beautiful. If you love rain like I do, you’re a Pluviophile like me! That’s my new word this week. Anyway, I was sitting there thinking about a dozen things I
Story in the Glass
The sun is coming through the blinds and she can tell it’s morning. Her head hurts. She lays there trying to open her eyes until eventually she is staring at the ceiling of this room that has become her solace. It is a wreck with stored boxes of an old life scattered everywhere and a
