Heroin, alcohol, pot- how did we get here?
A story of love in adoption from a two-sided perspective.
I remember the phone call to Ashley in my car- "Get to the hospital now and don't come alone." Vomiting crossed my mind. We drove silent the half hour it took to reach Rylee.
Steady proof I’ve Come so far. After the pain, the suffering, the healing, I Remain. I endure. I survive. Scarred. ..and whether seen or unseen. They are here. Whether visible or hidden Whether carved on skin or carved in mind. They’ve left me changed, Changed internal, Changed in life. The memory of their preceding pain, …
A secret kept As mother wept And shadows Lie within. Looming pain The secret stain Of disappointment And shame. Still she moves With strength to prove What Almighty God can do. No doubt inside Though she’ll hide From those right by her side. Her secret safe Tears erased Before they reach Her cheek. A quiet …
Surrendering everything is not exactly the picture we see when using the pants on remark. Typically, we imagine becoming a tough "chick,” shoulders back, maybe our nose even a bit pointed up. We roll back those sleeves, and maybe some even 'spit'! It is like a green light that suddenly flashes and we throw down the gas and go!
While we are so busy dissecting our flaws, God is watching and wondering, “When will you know that you are the most beautiful thing to me?
If we are not living a life in submission to our Lord, then we are living a life that brings us nothing more than a reflection of self-indulgent, disobedience. Our outward walk will only reflect our inward, self-seeking desires, and at some point you will collide with the Lord’s desire for your life.
To assume “God” will never give us more than we can handle expresses a limit that God simply does not have.
The sun rose today. Assured sign of life, forward we endure. Even when left with why. The scene unfolds before us, time and time again. Words evade, as thoughts escape, and pain is loudly and visibly displayed. We will question motives, means and plans. but there is no solace for hurt, explanations seem futile, ‘Why’ …