It's no secret that this has been the "thorn" in my life, to poke me, make me uncomfortable, force me to take a step back & really evaluate what this life is truly about. One thing I'm not sure I fully realized before my 1st loss, 3 years ago, was that everyone suffered...everyone. I truly … Continue reading My story, my miscarriage…
There's something about a deeply warn book. The bend of the spine and the markings among the pages. This space where wisdom was found and lessons were learned. I love it. As I thumb through the pages of the book I am preparing a study for, I can't help but feel confident that I have … Continue reading A deeply warn book.
I am selfish. I want what I want. I often expect or even demand my outcome to be priority. I look out for myself. I allow my expectations to take over my emotions and anger settles in. This is just one of my many sins. This is what I bring to the table but so … Continue reading Selfish.
Overwhelmed, unsure, worried, disappointed, shocked, stressed, these are all feelings that at one moment in time overtook my brain before I lost my babies; these are the thoughts that would go on to haunt me. Did I wish this upon myself? Was I not grateful enough? Did I take this blessing for granted, therefore it … Continue reading The grief found in our thoughts…(miscarriage/loss)
I have a common thread weaving through the tapestry of my life right now. Struggle. Not that I am personally facing a monumental struggle, in fact, I finally feel like I am walking in the light after years OF struggle. It's the struggle of those around me that find me still facing the war of … Continue reading Perspective….
Really, I am quite convinced that my brain has been hijacked by an actual toddler who has decided to stuff cheerios into any area that may contain the slightest bit of sanity. I am throwing tantrums, crying randomly and frankly, I could use a nap? You feelin me? I am not sure if it's the … Continue reading Am I’m losing it?
That loaded word. It circulates through our day and drags us down into the trenches. It shortens our temper and pulsates our eyes. Exhaustion. As a mom this word has become my new norm. It's no longer that weird feeling but the daily feeling. Almost so that if I actually get a good nights sleep … Continue reading Exhausted….
As long as I can remember, writing has poured from my fingers the way paint splashes onto a canvas. The words, the thoughts, just left my head as if they had been stored there for that exact moment in time. I recall one year when I was probably 10 years old, deciding to make a … Continue reading Finding my passion.