Hope is that last thread by which we dangle over the pit of uncertainty. Hope sees you through to tomorrow. Hope lifts the falling spirit of a broken soul. Hope rescued me.
The art of excuse probably mimics a paid profession at times. Our lives are not our own. People say this, but they are not living it.
The more I share and listen to others, the more I find I am not alone. Life was never easy. Honestly, many days, life sucked. I did not want to be where I was in that moment, especially in my childhood. I certainly prayed and cried myself to sleep many a night, just to wake up and find myself on the same ride.
I'm beginning to see that whatever title life gives me, God has given me the strength, courage, ability and motivation to be just that. I don't get to be one without still being the other.
Oh the joy of aging. We look up and down in the mirror. Somethings look down and keep looking down, hello gravity!
For what I saw that particular night was exactly how I imagine my Father in heaven loving me- Always having one hand holding me, and his eyes always upon me.
I could see her veins through her paper thin skin, I could see her little lungs working so hard to gain oxygen, and I could feel my heart pound at the love I felt for that little someone that I just met. She weighed all of 1 lb. 11 oz., and all I heard over and over from the nurses and many doctors working tirelessly by her side was, "She is doing great!"..."I can't believe how well she is doing.."
One by one their lives and their spirals and my presence changed. They have their own lives and I'm just a small part of it, maybe much smaller than I ever realized.
If you could leave one piece of advice for the future generations, what would you say?
They may not realize how harsh and insensitive they are, or maybe I don’t realize how sensitive and irrational I am being, but there’s a bit of a conflict in this relationship!