I spent some time with God, and took this tranquil time to be in some deep thought about many things. Sometimes, when we feel lost, God opens the doors to see the reality that we are just in a different time of life, and that time is valuable and necessary. Surrounded by silence was exactly where God needed me to be.
We just tore down the church Christmas decorations. My lobby is back to its nice, tidy simplified self, and I am a happy camper. I love to see the beautiful décor during the season, but I begin to feel cluttered and claustrophobic before it all comes down. I guess I will have to admit life …
While I was busy managing life all around me, the life inside of me was just laying on some couch, eating Doritos, staring aimlessly at the show I was living on the outside.
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.."