Over the years, I’ve been known by different last names at different times. Yes, I’ve been married more than once. I messed up, made some bad decisions, followed by more bad decisions. But like the woman who was about to be stoned, I hear Jesus say, “Go, and sin no more.” Continue reading Thoughts On Easter
Letter To My Friend
My dear friend,
It’s so hard to believe you’re gone. It wasn’t unexpected, and yet it was. Because you fought so long and hard, it seemed this day would never come. And yet it has.
My mind tells me to be happy your suffering is over and I am. I truly am. But my heart selfishly wants you here, to share in the life we are still traveling through.
When I heard you didn’t have much time left, I felt an odd sense of peace and relief. Your struggle was about to end, and you would head to the next life. The one where there is no more pain, no more sorrow, and no more tears. But once you were gone? My own tears began to flow. Continue reading Letter To My Friend
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I Got Inked!
Yes. That’s right. Me. The girl who adamantly stated she would never get a tattoo. And now I’m sporting one on my left ankle.
It’s not my fault. Really it’s not. Some crazy person (lol) in our extended family decided it was the perfect gift for my older daughters and me. On Christmas Day he handed us a gift bag which contained temporary tattoos and announced that we had an appointment scheduled the following Friday. This gave us four days to decide what we wanted to get.
Um….what? Huh? Did I hear you correctly?
I shot a quick glance at my husband. He was smiling, the kind of smile that’s teetering on the edge of laughter. Turns out, the crazy one had garnered his “permission” of sorts, and he was quite amused by this whole scene. So, he was certainly no help in getting me out of this one. Continue reading I Got Inked!
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Lesson From The Funeral
This past week, my nephew died suddenly, unexpectedly, and without warning. He was young so it was a shock to say the least. I’m certain all who knew and loved him are having difficulty processing it.
I was related not by blood but by former marriage. Thanks to social media, we had reconnected in the past few years. For that I am very grateful.
As with most funeral services, his friends and family took the opportunity to speak of how Continue reading Lesson From The Funeral
