This is the second week in January. Are we on task with our goals for this year or this month? Friday, January 10th was dubbed National Quitters Day. According to some research, that’s typically the day when most New Year’s resolutions come to an end. Were you named among the masses that quit? A friendContinue reading “Building Towers”
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My Safe Space
We met in 1983 – you walked me through my first struggle with the ‘affairs of the heart’. She’s now tattered and torn. Pages stained with age. The ink is fading but the memories live on. She was where I emptied my soul, where my prayers, dreams and hopes were penned. Tears fell in herContinue reading “My Safe Space”
Not always
As we move towards the end of the year, I love to reflect. How have I grown? Any lessons learned in this amazing classroom called life? This year I chose to fight the ‘lies that wanted to live rent free in my head’. I have learned things are not always what they appear to be.Continue reading “Not always”
Reflection of Me
It is my belief that plants were gifted to us as message of love from God. When you don’t know what to get me – get me plants. These were all gifted to me at some point, primarily by my students. It tells me that they hear me. This morning I glanced at the ‘lady’Continue reading “Reflection of Me”
Just As I am
Today while doing some hated chores, I reflected on some of my oddities or idiosyncrasies. The peculiarities that make us unique. The things that make people love us or leave us. I can’t explain mine away. I smiled for a minute. At this season in my life, some things won’t change. I’ll always wash myContinue reading “Just As I am”
Note to Her – Again
For You: As your birth is commemorated on the 8th, there’s a rejoicing that you found that Love that keeps you rooted and grounded. By now, you should have discovered that you were not a mistake. The Master carefully knitted you together in your mother’s womb and watched over your birth. There’s value in yourContinue reading “Note to Her – Again”
Move With Me
Sometimes I feel like walking until I reach the ‘end of me’. When the noise gets too much in my head. The thoughts swirl around like a tornado on a war path – I walk. As nature sings of God’s goodness, I too am led to join in the chorus. The movement of my limbsContinue reading “Move With Me”
Another Day in Waiting
This is sunset in my native country. The day is drawing to an end. Sometimes when things approach their end, we can relax, reflect, and enjoy all that was accomplished. Other times the end brings a lingering sense of disenchantment and disappointment. As the year slows to an end, many are restless with dreams orContinue reading “Another Day in Waiting”
Only You
T’was the night before Thanksgiving and many are about to curl up in bed. Some of us are busy making last minute preparations to welcome those we’ve loved from afar and near through the years. It’s a joyful time for many and a difficult time for some. I don’t know the emotions you are sittingContinue reading “Only You”
Beautifully Clothed
Somewhere after I turned 45, comfort became the reason behind my choice of clothing. While I loved looking cute and all dolled-up, I was over uncomfortable clothing. My body parts had suffered enough including my feet. Today, I love anything that hugs me beautifully and reflects the kind of girl I am. Beyond the garbContinue reading “Beautifully Clothed”
Restored Hearts 