I love spring. The colors, the freshness, everything seems to be re-birthed.
Music soothes my soul and senses Good morning, how are you?? My back is hurting today. Today, I’m going to share a piece of poetry. I love poetry and music. Music soothes my soul and senses Music soothes my soul and senses After a hard day and my head is pounding Music soothes my soul…
Why would I the queen of introverteness produce, plan, and execute an evening that required me to stand up in front of people and talk about myself? Well, for one thing, I have a story. I made a promise to myself that after the cancer treatments that I would use my gift and my story, which God gave me, every time an opportunity arose, I would not back down from the challenge. Now, this promise has to lead me to speak at my church, at my job, and finally, in this blog. I believe there are strength and beauty in sharing, especially the dark pieces of one’s heart.
I love everything about the beach, shells, mermaids, fish, dolphins, rocks, the sound of the waves, the sting of the wind, the warmth of the sun and sand, the smell of salt. I have been to a plethora of beaches. Here is a list of my top 5
So I resolved myself for 2020 to work on being content and present. We are in the first week of February and let me share what God has done so far.
My mom loves Giraffes and I have grown to love them as well. Enjoy these beautiful animals. But I will sing about your strength. In the morning I will sing about your love. You are like a fort to me. You keep me safe in times of trouble.Psalm 59:16NIRV TTFN and God Bless and Keep…
The thing that struck me about this name. That God chased me and purchased me. Then his blood that is redeeming. His blood is healing and redeeming me. God chose me and redeemed me. His blood, for someone who has a blood cancer we focus on blood, has cleansed me and redeemed me.
I also find peace on a beach. The stark contrast of the loud waves, and sometimes crowd and wind, is so lively that my thoughts I have been fixating on leave in an instant, and I get to ruminate on other such things. Like how did God know how much salt to put in the ocean, why did that fandom end the way it did, and as the cobwebs of anxiety are cleared, I can come up to decision about the critical decisions.
It’s cold and gets dark earlier and I miss the sun and warm weather. Paired with tiredness, normal busyness, and just plugging along on this road we call life. I am always surprised when I don’t feel happy every single day like I used to as a child. Then I spend days convincing myself that its okay to feel sad or tired. The panic in my mind tells me that something is wrong and I don’t listen.