(Picture of me as a little girl (I’m in the pink) with my step sister. That was my dads lobster boat.) Knelt on the floor, hands covering the tear streaked face, heart broken before the Lord; it seemed as if there was nothing left. No where else to go. Everything was broken. Everything was… Hopeless. […]
Anchors of Hope. ~ Part one. Read More »
Identity fraud is a mess. All the phone calls and proof you have to submit, all the password changes, checking the bank and credit reports, what a nightmare! I’ve never had to deal with this, thank goodness but I know people that have. Months and months of frustration. You have no idea where they
I was doing my hair and makeup the other day and I caught myself in the mirror and just stared. Have you ever done that? First you see the dirty mirror and finger print smudges. Then I saw the flaws that stick out like a sore thumb to me. Wrinkles, scars, eyebrows that are well
The process of grief and healing have stages. Ups and downs, twists and turns. Stumbles and bumps. Each playing a specific role; cleaning, pruning, making new again. We don’t ask the bush while pruning if it hurts, because we know that in time it will become more beautiful, more full, bearing more beautiful flowers
