I was a human once. I lived, I breathed, I knew who I was. It was somewhere between where husband number one left me a puddle on the floor and husband number two decided I wasn't enough. Maybe I'm not. Maybe they're not. I'm not qualified to say. Tonight, I'm thinking I am beyond expectations … Continue reading Thunder
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365 Days
Today marks 365 days around the sun since you joined us here. I remember the call. You were gone. I miss you more than I can say but I know it's okay (I swear I didn't mean for that to rhyme). In my heart, I see clearly the serenity of the place you last walked. … Continue reading 365 Days
Listening
The dark can be so daunting The light can seem so dim Still, from heaven, you are calling. Can I hear your voice again? No fear in death or life, though all of hell presses in Your voice, the roaring lion, shatters mountains and hangs on the wind. Still small voice, speak to me. I'm … Continue reading Listening
It is Enough!
This post is a little different from my standard posts. I'm sharing with you what I wrote this morning while reading my Bible. Last night was a particularly difficult night for me. This morning, Is brighter because His word brings life and hope. Hopefully, you can glean something from it that will encourage you today. … Continue reading It is Enough!
Optimism
I don't want to be here. This place, my soul hates, this void of existence....but here I am. People talk from the outside about who I should be, who I am, the next moves I should make in this existence that is my life. What do they know? This place is a place of pain, … Continue reading Optimism
Ouch
My breath pushes too heavy upon my chest; my lungs overtaken by some unseen force alien to me. In an instant all hope spills like beans from a bag burst open…suddenly scattered…useless. I am altogether undone. At the end of me, there’s a place I didn’t know about before. It’s like a stream hiding deep … Continue reading Ouch
White Washed Tombs
I took a drive today to a place I once lived. Something once so familiar now screams of distance and abandon, of days long past and reminders of how far I've come. Even the sky is dim framing the homes fallen to disrepair, forgotten or ignored by the "noble" ones; still occupied by dreamers or … Continue reading White Washed Tombs
Reinvented
In rural, southern Ohio somewhere there is a band of stuffed animals and baby dolls who were once taught the word of God. When I was a little girl, I was convinced that I would be a preacher and a singer. I would play church with my stuffed animals in the backyard. I would lead … Continue reading Reinvented
Storyteller
I find myself leaning in as I listen to my story as it pours from my own lips. It seems distant like a memory long washed away be the abrading fingers of time which scrape away all of the pain left to hinder my focus. I listen intently in an effort to find life, a … Continue reading Storyteller
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