The Devil and Me

The devil is one of my oldest companions.

When I was a lazy child my Mother would scold me,

“The devil finds work for idle hands!”

So, I dutifully skulked off to my room or anywhere out of her sight.

Or, I found something to do.  Continue reading “The Devil and Me”

Joy : Joy

Somewhere along the way I learned that helping others gives me joy.

At no time is this more important than when I am hurting. Continue reading “Joy : Joy”

Literary Drinking

 

Early church service at 8 A.M.

It was good to participate.

I left right after communion as I was emotionally spent.

Still adjusting.  Still coping.  Still grieving.  Just Walkin’ Continue reading “Literary Drinking”

Who I Am & Why I Am Here…

I often feel as though my life has been lived as a subset of someone else’s life.  Not that it was not good. It was so good in so many ways. Good to be a wife, a mother, a sister, an employee. Now, it is different as a widow, as a person who is not accountable to anyone. There is great freedom in being alone but also great loneliness and much sadness. Continue reading “Who I Am & Why I Am Here…”