This girl; she is more common than you realize. She is your sister, your mother, your wife or girlfriend. She is the lady beside you at church that cries every Sunday. She is your grandmother, your teacher, your coach, your therapist, your doctor; or maybe she is you. And, she is just as loved by God as you are. We don't know her backstory, we don't know what led her to a choice we may not choose or understand, and very few understand the torment that consumes her life after she realizes what she's done.
"This family photo was as forced as the smiles on our faces. Behind each of our smiles was exhaustion, disappointment, frustration, stress and the faith of the tiniest mustard seed."
She said "Will you go up there with me?" and I of course said yes. I said yes, because well I am in church, and what kind of a Christian would I be, if I said no?! I wanted to do what God would do, and because she needed my help. She asked me my name, and I told her, and she smiled as if she already knew and was confirming that she had the right person.
If I am being honest with myself, I knew when he asked to call me mom, my answer was not coming from a kind and loving place. I knew I was coming from a "you already have a mom, and you are her responsibility, not mine" type of place. And, a place of "you are too much "work" for me."
It would take awhile to explain how I am to the point of this newest chapter - and as much as I would love to clear the air and set the record straight sort to speak, it is best that I give my marriage the respect it deserves as to the ins and outs of... Continue Reading →
Inspired by the movie: Lifted When all feels wrong and the road to happiness too far gone When the load feels to heavy to bear Know there is someone always there When you feel alone, like no one can ever understand and then you reach out to find, there is no helping hand When you... Continue Reading →
You hear the saying "It takes a Village to raise a child" all the time. Everyone needs help, advice, even a shoulder to cry on when we epically fail, which we all do (even me). I often find myself questioning why I have such an attachment to my StepChild and how its possible that I... Continue Reading →