‘Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.’ Romans 5:3-5 I sit here this morning a bag of mixed emotions but not … Continue reading God’s Grace: Purpose & Perseverence
‘He gathers the waters of the sea into jars; he puts the deep into storehouses. Let all the earth fear the Lord; let all the people of the world revere him. For he spoke, and it came to be; he commanded, and it stood firm.’ Psalm 33: 6-9 February 24, 2018 Though my alarm is set for 4:20 and Ed’s for 4:30, a safety measure agreed upon the evening before, I find myself … Continue reading Moments – Heaven on Earth Pt. 1
‘Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!’ 2 Corinthians 9:15 I have a way of connecting more with overly charged emotional moments than subtle simple moments. This is something I’m only now realizing. I’ve done a bit a research because that’s what I do, and of course, it’s a direct result or symptom of complex-PTSD. I’m not going to get into a scientific discussion, but … Continue reading Moments – The Pond Pt. 1
When forced to witness the reminiscent review of a pleasant upbringing, I often find myself swimming in a sea of envy. I have no ill will towards those lucky enough to have a firm foundation in life; I simply wish I had more of a foundation myself. I sit, trying to write about my childhood, and I’m continually left with the same handful of memories. … Continue reading Missing Pieces: A Mother’s Love
As I sat fully immersed in my time with God this morning, I was reminded to take stock. To take a moment to look back over the past few weeks, the month of January, and proudly take notice of every success. Every decision made. Every emotion overpowered by faith and choice. Every fear faced. Every inch of growth of mind, body, and soul. I was … Continue reading A Loving Grace
Okay, I’m officially middle aged. I always imagined it would come at 50, which is just silly, considering I’m unlikely to live to 100. My reasoning? Today marks three months of sleeping an average of four hours a night. It’s not as if I’m unappreciative of the time, but I am no need for more awake time. What I need is more sleep, if not for any other reason than to allow my body to heal properly. There is a reason for everything, and sleep serves many a purpose. The most important, the allowance for mind and body to heal and reset. I learned a few years ago how important sleep is, especially the right amount at the right time.
I started this sight four months ago when I posted No Longer Asleep at the Wheel – a quick message of intent. An announcement. An invitation. The beginning of what I suspected would be a journey of self-discovery. I had no plan; my sole purpose, to silence my inner-critic by crushing my comfort zones. I sat there silently at my kitchen table, desperate to write, swimming … Continue reading A Warrior’s Heart