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labels

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I wrote this a long time ago, and tonight I was reminded of these truths. I hope there is something here for you too.

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 Ok. More about this…I am terrible about labeling myself. Some of the labels, I recognize, and I tear them off as fast as I can, others…I buy into, they become part of my personality.Sadly. Until someone (in this case my friend Kat). Gives me a good ,stern talking to about it.  Last night Kat looked me in the eye , and she was genuinely bothered by the fact that I sell myself short. She told me that if I don’t wake up, and SEE who I really am, the person that other people see, the woman that God made me….that I will have missed out on my whole life. WHOA. yeah. She is so right. I have opened up to a select few, the chosen ones, friends that have proven their love and loyalty without a doubt.( I really must have been kicked around some in my life). I am open and frank on…

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Come to me

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Young girls that are hurting are vulnerable . They are easy targets for the wolves at our doors. I know from experience the search for love will lead you into exile. Even girls who love the Lord will find that there are weak spots in their armor , when the the world becomes their refuge . The only help, the only way to derail this pain train is Jesus. And of course , Holy Spirit. The same word that God used for woman in genesis , is the word that means Holy Spirit. Helper, nurturer….the peace in the midst of chaos. Heavy heart today for the young ones out there today. The ones searching. Praying that they find truest love in their grasp . And for the older ones who have looked for years and still don’t know….He is all you need, His love is bigger than your past and present .

Come to me
Sit with me
Let me hold you and rub your hair
Come and lay down what you’ve had to bear.
I will hold your tears, give back the lost years.
Just come.
I’ll whisper and I’ll sing a song just for you
The words strong, the promises true.
Come to me, little baby ….I see you.

Steps….

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Thank you friend. Thank you for the strength it took to be weak , the faith it took to speak truth, the knowledge that it was best to let tears fall where they may. Thank you for letting me see what’s behind closed doors. It helps me, it moved me, it makes me accountable for my own truth. And today , when I , against my better judgement, cried out in weakness… Thank you for recognizing it as strength, and thank you for helping me hold the universe together.

In the past year

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We became grandparents
We watched our son drive on his own for the first time
We started businesses
We lost a beloved dog , and found a new one
We said yes to baby belle going to homecoming
Our church home moved
We felt sorry for ourselves
And then we didn’t
We loved harder than we cried
We didn’t always win, but we tried
We got to know each other… Again
Love you

Safe and sound

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I wish I could say what makes love last, what decides your future or past.
After all this time, you’re still mine…I wish I knew, I wish I could see, what you saw in me.
Driving in your car, headed out of town running from the world and who we had been, you were looking at me,and I was looking down…the sound of your voice , the cool of the night, you made me believe it would end up just right. And still…
You spin me, you twirl me… You teach me to dance. You believe in the chance.
I’m gonna love you til the stars fall out of the sky, in and outside of this life. Happy Anniversary of the day you made me safe and sound. Happy Anniversary of the day of the day you and Sidney became my family.

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Stone or sand, make a stand.

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The waves crash against the rock ,they hurl themselves against it, fighting and fuming . Funny,the only thing that happens to that rock is that it gets smoother and smoother. The jagged sides worn down from years of weathering the storms. But the sand… well, it pretty much retreats from those waves, those hard times that WILL come, it erodes until nothing is left, the truth is nothing was there to begin with.

help from my friends

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Sometimes I get tired. Really tired. Tired of getting up, tired of getting dressed, tired of seeing people, tired of smiling, and frowning…tired of all expression. Are you starting to get what I am saying ? Today, while perusing Instagram, pretending to know all of the fashion bloggers that I follow, I came across someone that I actually do know. She posted lyrics, and a video to a song that was wrecking her today. I love when people are wrecked, and even in my tired state, I had energy for this…the suggestion of worship, the invitation to join in the wreckage had been extended. The whisper of the word FATHER touches me in places that I can’t get to on my own. I played the song.
rock a bye baby , come and rest
you’ve been tired lately…lay your head down
don’t you think maybe I know best…I’ve been a father for a long time.

Yeah. That. Thank you Lora, I needed it so. I get by with a little help from my friends, and the promise that my father knows best.

A few thoughts for my friend.

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Friendships are weird. Some are built on common interest, your children, your job. Some are built around your faith, and your spiritual walk. But there is a rare one that seems  simply spoke into being. I have one like that. I dare say that I have not gone shopping with this friend, or taken in an art show, not even a lunch. She has spoken life into me on some of my darkest days, the kind of truth that comes from someone on the outside of your inner circle. I value her thoughts and insight so much.
When the unthinkable happened and tragedy struck her life, I was struck down. My husband , the ever supportive saint, let me sit on the couch and weep for her family, though they are not part of our dailies. He knows the connection I feel with her. He listens ( even though, sometimes I say he doesn’t).
Imagine my surprise when her name showed up on my phone yesterday! I couldn’t answer it fast enough. Her voice was a surprise to me, and that weirded me out because I feel like I know her. The words that she shared with me were such a gift from God , and such a confirmation that God is love. His reach is deeper and wider than we know. He connected us almost 6 years ago through this blog. He is a help to me, and you my friend are a gift. I have been guilty of staying inside my walls , my circles of safety, and thinking there will always be time. This last month has been eye opening, heart revealing…I am so glad that you called.

Birthday boy!

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Time is flying. Adam is 17. I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday. He looked at me with wide eyes, and I fell in love. Been that way ever since. Adam wanted to go to K3, because Sidney went to school. I remember taking him in, and him waving me away… Goodbye mom. He never looked back. After all these years, I still wait eagerly for Adam to get home from school, or work, or dates… Just to hear what he has to say about his day. And today will be the same!