As I sit down to write, I think about you. I think about each one who will read. I think about what you might be facing, about your unique personality, about what your journey is like and somehow I figure that despite what may be different about us, there are likely many things that are the same.
If you’ve lived long enough, you’ve likely known failure, me too. If you are breathing, then I’m certain you’ve experienced heartache, me too. Your years have undoubtedly brought some joys and moments worthy of big time celebration. I bet you’ve cried and laughed and lost and won. I’m sure you’ve had doubts and fears and that you’re holding on to some hopes and dreams.
As I think about you today, I just wanted you to know. I wanted you to know that you are not the only one. Continue reading “I Just Wanted You To Know”
I know it’s not most people’s favorite thing to think about or talk about, but do you ever think about when you die? I don’t mean how you’ll die or when, but after you are gone from this life, what do you want your legacy to be? What do you want people to be confident in when you are gone?
Now, I hope to live a long life and I hope you do too, but I’ll tell you I think about this every now again. You know why, because nothing brings proper perspective like the finality of death.
She made the most of what was given to her. She loved well. She was generous. She was a servant. She made me feel special. She encouraged me. Those would all be wonderful impacts to make on those around me. Continue reading “Perspective”
So I have something to confess and that’s this……umm…I don’t like to confess. It’s true. I find it tough to tell the truth sometimes.
I think of all the reasons why I shouldn’t. I run all possible scenarios of how my truth-telling could go wrong. I imagine what awful things others may think of me and then I stay quiet.
I don’t just save this struggle with confession to those around me, I also struggle with telling the truth in my relationship with God. He knows you and I completely and loves us still and yet I struggle with confessing the truth of where I’m at, of how I’m feeling. Anyone else? Continue reading “The Power of Confession”
You were created a unique one of a kind creation. From the very beginning I knew your journey in life would be difficult but although small I made you strong so you’d be able to handle the winds of change, so you could soar above the stormy clouds, life would surely bring.
You’ve lived in different nests and I hope they’ve taught you about yourself and about Me. I have been with you on every flight and every landing and wherever your journey takes you I will always be there. There is nothing you can do or say to get rid of me, we are flight partners for life. Continue reading “Little Bird”
It definitely makes one feel vulnerable to share what your heart feels so deeply. To let your heart bleed on “paper” for all to look at and comment on. Please know as I write this I’m not looking for comments or fixes or platitudes. I am simply using my voice to tell my heart’s story in the hopes that it will help ease the pain and loneliness that one may feel in their own story.
Moms are deserving of a day where they receive home-made cards, flowers, lunch made by someone else and extra loves as a “thank you” for all they pour out on others day in and day out. Everyone in my immediate family is a mom, most of my friends are moms and they are some of the most amazing humans I know, who love big, try hard and do so in countless, selfless ways. Moms Rock! So, I don’t write this post to detract from all they deserve but to put voice to what I’m fairly certain is not only a heartache known to me. Continue reading “When Mother’s Day is Hard”
I’d much rather write a blog post titled, “the blessing of success”, “the blessing of victory”, “the blessing of discovered dreams”, those all sound pretty sweet! “The Blessing of Heartache” doesn’t really thrill me, but I am learning that there is truth in it.
The situation itself doesn’t matter because hurt is hurt, right? I don’t know about you but I don’t like feeling hurt, I just want it to go away. I will attempt to ignore it, numb it, block it out, whatever it takes, to just not feel it! Continue reading “The Blessing of Heartache”
Dreams can be funny things and by funny, I guess I mean not so funny. Last night I dreamed about someone, someone I used to know. I wasn’t thinking of this person as I drifted off to la la land and I don’t spend a great deal of time and energy thinking about this individual on a regular basis, but for whatever reason they made what felt like a very real appearance in my dreams last night. Continue reading “Waking Up From A Dream”
I can hear Tina Turner in my head now, “What’s love got to do, got to do with it, what’s love but a second-hand emotion, what’s love got to do, got to do with it, who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?” Good question and she’s got a point!
I have thought often over the years that people are the best and worst part of life! I know that may sound harsh, but let me explain. Family and friendship can be so beautiful and sweet. It is truly one of life’s greatest gifts to have someone who knows you in all your imperfectness and loves you still. There is also the fact that if we love, we will get hurt and that part isn’t my favorite! Relationships of all kinds at their best take time, work, attention, compromise and you will walk through times that are just plain hard. I have just recently walked through this where I felt like I had poured into someone, let them in, only to have them betray me. It was shocking, it was unexpected, it hurt deeply, it still stings and my immediate reaction is to want to shut down, put walls around my heart and not let anyone else in. Continue reading “What’s Love Got To Do With It?”
On what should have been an hour and a half drive on a weekday afternoon, there was an accident on I-5 that made drive time turn into a 5 hour forced bonding time between myself and a work peer. To pass the time while sitting there, we talked and after a couple of hours, started trying to entertain one another by playing various games we recalled from childhood family road trips. My co-worker decided to play a game of “What’s your favorite?”, which led to her knowing much more about me than I would normally divulge to a colleague. What’s your favorite color? What’s your favorite movie? What’s your favorite food? What’s your favorite song? I can’t answer that one! I mean, there are so many, and it depends on what type of music, what mood I’m in, what memory its associated with, how do you pick one child over the other?! The question actually stressed me out! Continue reading “All I Ever Have To Be”
As I sit down to write this post, I am struck with the fact that you won’t be reading or commenting on this one. I could always count on you to take a couple of minutes to read whatever I was sharing, you only gave a compliment when you meant it, so when I got one, it meant a lot because I knew it was completely sincere. This is just one of the many things I loved and appreciated about you and there is so much more.
You had strong opinions, not a whole lot of gray area with you. Spunk and internal fortitude were very natural for you and you had a deep sense of right and wrong. Continue reading “Fiery & Faithful”