I knew God. Of course I knew Him. I visited Him in church on Sundays. I said grace before meals and prayed the “now I lay me down to sleep” bedtime prayer every night. Sure I knew Him. I always prayed to Him before I took any test in high school and college, and whenever …
I laugh as I think what I would’ve wasted if you fought for me. I’m so soo sooo glad you didn’t fight for me. I’m so soo sooo glad you didn’t want me. I’m so soo sooo glad you didn’t waste your precious energy on me. The right words from you during one of my …
I love Christmas lights. Always have. I’m captivated by the sparkly, twinkly, magical feel of the lights this time of year. I’d sit in front of my Christmas tree and gaze deep into the colorful blinking lights, hypnotized, hoping they’d give me the answers to solve the problems of the universe. The more colorful they …
I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of just surviving. I’m tired of just barely making it. I’m tired of being tired. I don’t just want to exist. I don’t just want to survive. I want to live. I want to thrive. I want to triumph. I can’t let Life get one over on …
I feel your pain, the pain that came with knowing and seeing and finding out all you did . . . more than you were ever meant to know. More than many in your shoes ever know. I feel your tears as they slide slowly down your face and sting your cheeks at the thought …
Looking back, I didn’t see You then . . . but I see You now. I saw You now when you saved me from death as my throat closed up and I couldn’t breathe and I felt like I was suffocating . . . before I even knew I had a life threatening allergy. I …
So, there’s this weird thing about me. Unless I own something outright, I hate to alter or change its appearance. It’s like I think it’s going to be taken away from me or not work out, so I don’t invest everything I can into it. Even though I’m paying for it, and I pretty much …
Sometimes the drive in me to do what I have to do is just not there. I search deep down and I come up with Jack. Jack and I have been friends for a hella long time and even when I don’t want him around, he shows up anyway. When Jack pops up, I ask …
I didn’t go to school to become a detective. I’m no private eye. I don’t have surveillance equipment and other spyware. I’m not overly fond of puzzles and who done it games. I’ve never been to a mystery theatre show and I have no appreciation for piecing things together and figuring out how things work. …
It’s so freeing to be free. Free from the anger, the angst, the drama, the hoopla, the confusion, the lies, and the noise. It’s so freeing to be free from the worries, the bondage, and the chains that bound me to him. It’s so freeing to be free from the loneliness I felt when I …