I am not like my mother.
My mother worked full time, a single mother for many years, solely responsible for looking me in the face every single day.
Weary and exhausted from a long day’s work, she made sure that we had a warm meal each night. If she had a complaint about this, I never heard it, not even under her breath.
Read MoreIt had been a really long day and in some ways it was just starting to rev up. I had been preparing for an event most of the morning that would begin right around dinner time that same night. I was hungry and had not eaten a thing since breakfast, a decision that I was now regretting due to a pounding headache and an angry stomach.
Read MoreA few nights ago I attended an event that ran really late and when I finally got home the house was dark and still. I began to put my things away before heading upstairs when something caught my eye.
Read MoreMy alarm clock went off with a loud buzz… I count the seconds before I react one…two…three. It shocks me every morning even though I should be used to it by now. I quickly reach across the right side of my body and push the snooze button and when I getmy bearings, I turn it completely off and climb out of bed.
Read MoreAfter it rains the grass puffs up and stands tall towards the sky with deep green praise. Flowers come alive with rich, vibrant color communicating satisfaction with their Creator and Sustainer. Everything looks plumper, a picture of health, after the rain falls on the earth.
Read MoreJoy is conviction.
These three words took 4,320 minutes to pen... three days to boldly find their place between the thin lines of my journal. I fought for them, which is often the process when the Lord is trying to dismantle the false ideas that I have about stuff.
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