It is human to look in the closet of broken dreams and wonder if you've done enough or been enough to sustain the hope. But the closet holds so much hope! Never underestimate who you were and who you are now! There's no magic formula that makes us great. It's in the showing up. Am … Continue reading Today…tomorrow
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Thunder
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
Time
Father Time boasts precision but I'm beginning to wonder. This morning he seems to be all thumbs. It cannot possibly be time to wake up and start another day. It cannot be that my stepson graduates from college tomorrow. It can't be right that baby man will be turning one and I need to plan … Continue reading Time
Time
Time, that slippery substance Catching and tripping through our fingers while we brace and hope for more Time, that present wonder Existing here, already gone That blip between eternity future and eternity past Over so quickly while we sleep In waking we ask ourselves if we've missed the moment we've been waiting for We watch … Continue reading Time
Sing me a Song
I've been singing and playing music in church most of my life. I wrote my first song when I was three and my mother insisted that I sing it for everyone. I clearly remember refusing to do so unless she held my hand...she did. It was my solo debut. To answer the most commonly asked … Continue reading Sing me a Song
I Wanna’ Be Just Like You
Flyboy turned 7 yesterday! I am always a little nostalgic on birthdays. I can never quite wrap my mind and heart around how fast it all goes. When you are a young mother, everyone tells you to treasure every moment because it goes so fast and you can't really fathom it. I know I always … Continue reading I Wanna’ Be Just Like You
Stained glass
Dimly, I see through the glass before me. Faith, the constant reminder that in the end good always prevails. Even the dim can lend beauty. There's a hope to be had at the core, the distant presence of light illuminating just enough to show the depth of color and contour within. The knowledge remains that … Continue reading Stained glass
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
Vapor
We aren’t promised tomorrow so live today as though you mean it. Clichés are so easy to say until you’re staring at the end of the tunnel wondering what went wrong. I’ve spent so much time talking about seizing moments, creating opportunities and defining destiny. Then I think about how little I’ve accomplished and I … Continue reading Vapor
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