The Gift of 47.

The Gift of 47.

When I was a little girl, birthdays were EPIC events in our family. EPIC. That might be one of the things I have missed the most since my parent’s split when I was eight years old, being celebrated. I say that, yet as I type this, my Sis is in her kitchen...
The Rhythm of Grace in Growth

The Rhythm of Grace in Growth

I thought I was doing pretty well…   Then this morning happened….and then counseling this afternoon. Suddenly in a puddle of tears with a quivering lip, I started sobbing quietly.   When your counselor says, “What just happened there?” and you...
Saying Good-bye To Museums and Altars

Saying Good-bye To Museums and Altars

Yesterday I wrote a post on where I am at as it pertains to my “straggling list” and to be honest, I didn’t see myself writing on it, or in general, again anytime soon.   As I sat in the floor of my guest bedroom opening box/tub, one after another,...
When The Only Way Is Through

When The Only Way Is Through

 I am addicted to the looking back and it is keeping me from moving forward.   I wrote those words on January 2, 2017 of this year HERE, and I went back this evening and read them, in full. If you are interested and have the time, I highly recommend doing a search of...
Open Arms

Open Arms

I’m sitting here listening to Journey’s Open Arms.   Grief is a funny thing. It sits on a shelf. Right where you put it. And it waits.   And waits.   And waits.   Until one day you go digging for it, remove it from the shelf, brush away the dust, shake it,...