I don’t cry very much.
In fact, I wish I could cry easily and more often.
Over the years I have learned to maintain control.
My emotions are contained.
I wear a happy face.
Masks and sunglasses have helped maintain my facade.
Unless I am in church. Then my guard is down and tears come easily.
“Amazing Grace” did it for me this past Sunday.
The healing grace of a good cry.
Does a body good.
It’s been a long, busy, emotional week.
It’s time for rest.
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”
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”
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”
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…”
