So I want to tell you about something that happened a while back. As I type it, it seems silly today, but at the time it was a big deal for me. My sweetheart and I have a crazy story, go figure. Some of you know parts of it, none of you know all of
grief
Outside looking in.
While I want so desperately for this to be a positive space all the time, life just isn’t like that. Things happen, not always good things, but they make us who we are, right? And if you’re like me, memories can be triggered in an instant that remind us of times that maybe we want
Above all things.
Up at 2:30 this morning, I sat here looking at this blank screen like a zombie. I have a list of things I want to write, my mind racing daily, but it’s all felt so irrelevant in the big picture right now. I started praying, asking God what He would want me to type, what
The Last Prayer?
I wrote this in my Moments with Mama during her 9 year battle with Alzheimers. It was two days after Christmas not knowing we’d just had our last one together. December 27th. I wanted to write this jubilant post about the new year. There are so many things I’m excited about despite the circumstances but
Homage to a Farmer
This past week, our church and our little community lost a farmer. Not just any farmer, one whose impact will never leave this planet. It all happened on Saturday night when he danced his way into heaven. All who knew him can see him doing it and all who knew him can see the Lord
Finding Your People.
Whew… this has emotionally been a long time coming! But today, I’m so excited to share the first in a series of short videos called “Lessons Learned.” These short videos are all based on real life experiences from the school of hard {as a brick} knocks and those I learn moving forward on this crazy
What if today’s trials…
As most of you know, Facebook reminds us daily of memories. They pop up what happened to us on this day X years ago and sometimes they come at the best possible time, sometimes the worst. Sometimes, as I get more tinsel in my hair, I look at them and think, “Oh shoot… where was
Curve balls….
Aren’t we all trying to find the best versions of ourselves? Well, maybe not everybody, like the disgruntled lady at church Sunday, but hey, even she might be trying when she gets home! I just wish we could reach a point where all this “oh, I’m good” bologna could stop and on the tough days,
She is me. She was me.
This is a journal entry from two years ago today…. the prompt for today’s post. I hope you’ll take a moment to read it and the video will speak for itself. Thanks for being here, love you all!!
Christmas with Mama…
We just had our third Christmas without Mama. Wow. As I run into people almost daily who are going through Alzheimers with someone they love, it is a constant reminder of the journey, one I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. While it is sometimes difficult, it means so much to me when someone asks
The Journey.
Today, I share simply this… I love Mary Oliver and her writings and this one, this one right here, has gotten me through some dark days. In my searching for something today, I stumbled upon it, and I don’t believe anything is by chance. Maybe I’m wrong…. I hope it touches someone else today.
On the Anvil.
I was rereading this book recently for about the fifth or sixth time and I thought, you know, I need to share this because if it means so much to me, it may to someone else! I read this book when it first came out in 2008 simply because one of my favorite authors, Max
