I wrote this at one of the darkest times in my life a few years ago. I felt so lost, lonely, and empty. It is hard to explain to someone who hasn’t been there like trying to explain the color of the sky to a person who has never seen. While this is not me
loneliness
How was your day?
This quote didn’t have the cursive part when I found it, I added that. I came across the first part and began thinking and wondering how many times I’ve asked someone how they’re doing, how their day is going…. and then painfully I wondered how many times I didn’t hear the answer because my
Some Days.
SOME DAYS…. I can be the happiest person in the world, life is good and sweet. And in an instant, it all can change, and that’s not the person you meet. I’ll be smiling and content as anyone could be, but inside I’m fighting back tears hoping no one will see.
The Person in the Pew.
If I’ve learned one thing (among a thousand) it’s that you never know what that person in the pew is going through on Sunday morning. It may be the person a few rows ahead or a few rows back, it may be the person just to your left. It doesn’t matter, many people walk through
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
A Day’s Difference.
Two weeks ago, my little hometown had its first snowstorm of the season, snowstorm being the operative word here. It was a whopping 2 inches … maybe in the high spots. As is typical for we southeners, we all fellowshiped at the local grocery store buying up the milk and bread, neither of which I
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
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!!
This ride is exhausting.
Dear friends who are here, I could use a little pick me up prayer today. I said I’d be true to myself in this place even when it’s hard or embarrassing… the truth is I am overwhelmed with work, which I am thankful to have, there is the need to make a living, but also
Dadgum it, God.
My old friend, this tree. It sits exactly a mile from my house and I drive past it every day. I affectionally call it ‘my’ tree although it sits on the farm of a neighboring family, a family precious to me who would likely move it to my yard if they could. Many days though,
Down the drain.
Earlier today, I stood in the shower and cried. I even cry trying to type this. It is difficult. Some of you who know me may think, when is this girl going to get a grip… oh wait, I think that was me saying that. I just know I created this space to make myself
