She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
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Category: Making Sense of the Journey
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Notebook ready, A list is made; Timeline, SMART goals – Mood is frayed! How to step over A sizeable rut? Food the medicine, For the wounds that cut. Then there was injury- So much of that; Nothing was going to Whisk away fat! Well-meaning family Didn’t understand ; Circumstances seemed to be Out of my…
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To say it crippled me, would be an understatement. Not only had I lost Dad, but my health kept taking a nose-dive, the house fell further and further into disarray, and my motivation was about as strong as Solomon’s in the book of Ecclesiastes, who wrote, “ Everything is meaningless!”. Little pockets of energy powered…
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Dear Readers, It has been quite some time since I wrote anything and published it on this site. I haven’t forgotten about writing. In fact, I am on the brink of trying something new. I am going to learn some skills to help me try my hand at writing a children’s book. For many years…
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Just a few short months on and I am now crying, not tears of anticipation, but of farewell. I watched my dear father pass away – that very spiritual moment when his soul left his body and went to be with the Lord, almost 2 weeks ago. This week we will celebrate his life and…
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Tonight I finally accepted that Victoria wasn’t going to go back to zero Covid cases in the foreseeable future. It was such a blow – we worked so hard for it in 2020 and the start of 2021. If not for those months of respite when we could almost return to life without worry of…
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I’ve come to the end of my strength;Will, nor circumstance enough-My best not amounting to anything much;I’m doing it really tough.I tell myself that, one day “this”Or one day, maybe, “that”;But I keep falling on the floorWhere once, I calmly sat.And he’s not here- he’s in pain- in there-The one who made me calm;Everything is…
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Have you ever received such painful news that you couldn’t think beyond that particular sentence? Where the world stood still and even a small child, so beautifully dressed as a princess, crawling into your lap to request a story, could hardly have removed you from your stupor? I sat in that grief late afternoon today,…