It’s January 2022. Happy New Year!! Across the globe, hope-filled humans are shaking off the dust of 2021 (and scrubbing off the residual grime of 2020) and collectively taking in a deep breath of HOPE for a more loving and joy-filled 2022. Let’s be a part of that tribe! Yes! Let’s be part of the tribe that starts the year off with PRUNING off what … Continue reading Spiritual Pruning: Part 3 “Unruly Vines”
Life is different during a global pandemic, not only in the day-to-day activities but even in how we celebrate. Masks and safe social distancing. Handshakes and hugs replaced by elbow and toe-taps. Restrictions from visiting family members. Virtual meetings, birthday parties, church … virtual living! It doesn’t feel the same. And for many (including myself), the disconnectedness and isolation has led to feelings of discouragement … Continue reading REBLOG: The Valley of Dry Bones and Failures
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It is inevitable that sooner or later, life will deal a hard blow to your soul and to your spirit. The abandonment of a parent, the betrayal of a friend, the divorce of a spouse, the death of a loved one … different types of losses but common in that each one can and often does bring us to the very brink of our ability to cope with the ensuing pain. The pain of loss which often leaves us with … an empty chair.
I suspect there have been multiple empty chairs in your life. There certainly have been in mine.
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It’s been a year. It’s been a year, and I only realized it this morning. Frankly, that was a little surprising to me, because for most of the spring, summer, fall and winter of 2019, I feel like I registered days and events as they correlated to the days leading up to Valentines Day 2019.
Three weeks since ….
Two months since …
Eight weeks ago …
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I tried to get my daughter from him (there were now 2 women fighting him). He was so strong, and somehow, I’d ended up on the ground around, holding onto his leg while he held my daughter and my friend held him. I did the only thing I could think to do to make him let go of my daughter … I craned my neck up and I bit … read more Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 32)
By the time we’d moved to the better school district, the extent of how far I’d fallen and how lost I was spiritually was evident by the chaos I was tolerating in my home and marriage. I was either going to lose my mind, or I needed help. One night while “T” was out with “She”, I finally hit bottom. I remember sprawling out on the floor of our bedroom, nose to carpet with arms extended and …. Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 31)
He controlled me with lies leading up to threats of parental kidnapping. During the final years of our marriage, at least once a week I tuck the kids into bed and watched my husband go out on the town with the live-in Nanny. He says this, but my eyes see that … or at least I think they do. He says …. read more. Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 30)
That’s when she told my mom about the abuse she had suffered at the hands of my dad as a young girl. That conversation led my mom to talk to my other two sisters, who both told a similar story. Then they asked me…. had dad every approached me sexually? Of course not! (I had the perfect childhood. Remember?)…. Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 29)
Putting Hope To Work 