My Sandcastle

As you sleep beside me, your precious face, and hands, your quiet breathing, and tan little arms, remind me how lucky I am for this last chance to love someone so small. I never thought I would get the chance to mother another a child, to care for, to love, to teach new things to, to protect. 

“When the ocean sprays upon the sandy shore, it takes all the tiny little grains and molds them in time, in place, and   solidifies that footprint, that devotion of love, that beautiful sand castle. Yet, if you build it, or write it too close, the waves will wipe it clear, as if it never existed. Be free to create, to devote and to write, but do so above the shoreline.”

Maybe this is how I see this sleeping prince beside me – I have to keep my emotions, my insecurities, my beautiful Sand castle, safe, and above the shoreline. 

Maybe this is just rambling…my heart is sad today…

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Totally Jessifiable

Raised in the South, St. Mary’s GA – Go Dawgs! Living in the Northwest raising three, never boring teenagers, and embarrassing them as often as possible with my favorite man in the world. My writing will take you to the trenches, to where foundation has crumbled beneath my feet and I'm too weak to stand, yet strong enough to kneel. It will make you feel as though you are sitting beside me in moments of redemption with Jesus too. My life is not a fairytale, but I still believe in them and there are moments when love can shatter any heart of stone. It's my choice to share my stories, but its Gods purpose to have me share it. It needs to be known that you can struggle, battle, fail and go through hell, yet come up and out of those trenches as a warrior with a beautiful redemption story. I do my best to write with poise and gut-busting grace so its an adventure. Being blunt as all get out, saying it exactly how it is, saves everyone time. You’ll learn to love and appreciate me, and if not – that’s cool too. I’m a “go big or go home” kind of gal and nothing I do is ever half-hearted or under thought.

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