I became quiet, waiting for a word. I waited, far longer than I believed I’d need to, and then it came. Self-care was a commitment I tried making to myself.
Daily, I proclaim that I matter. I declare that the love I pour into the world is love of which I am equally worthy. I am releasing my desperate grip on the toxic martyrdom that backs me into corners and is entirely of my making.
I love to cook. I love being able to create what I desire. More than satisfaction, making homemade requires presence. I cannot be distracted. I have to be in the kitchen, paying attention.
Whenever I am forced to slow down, I collapse. I remain vigilant, though. Let's be clear....yes, I saw that, and no, I won't forget it.
Requiem; Here and Gone I've said often, my grandmother lives in me. In many ways, I am more like my mother than my Granny, but Lucille lives in me. I Love Fiercely It was always clear to us that we were sheltered. We were bathed in the glow of her pride, the warmth of her …
Instead of imagining all that could go wrong, let's celebrate all that is already good.
The last 3 years of my life have been transformative in exceptional ways. I made it clear that I will fight to the death to protect those I love, even from themselves.
Your inner child, the God in you, has always been right, and right there, waiting for you to say, "Yes."
Because I know that God is faithful, that God's love is unyielding, I test it all the time. it takes me forever to submit to uncertainty. I know that God is sovereign, but nothing frightens me more than the notion of taking my hands off the wheel.
Prayer is my reminder that I am not alone. It is a reminder that I am not without hope, or Grace.