On a Friday not too long ago a beautiful little girl was brought into the world. A head full of black hair. A sweet angel face. A week after her grand entrance she has left just as quickly as she came. Complications arose ending her life entirely too quickly and leaving behind hearts full of sorrow and pain.

It is in these moments that I express a quiet gratitude for the gospel in my life. I contemplate the peace that fills my heart and my soul as I think of a life that has passed entirely too quickly. It is now that my heart aches with a desire to teach, to share, and a hope of bringing peace into the lives of those around me. As I look into their faces I see pain, anguish, sorrow, and grief. Loss has become so very real to them and to me.

I sit with the thought that maybe, just maybe, through my prayers I will find a way to help and in time they will be healed.

because he said so....

I have been rebuked many times over the last few weeks about my lack of blogging. I will admit…I have found a new love which has led me to grossly neglect my old one.

But I have found that today, I am in desperate need of self-expression. In order to do so I thought that I would start with seeking a little motivation. Thank you Mooney! Nothing like a little public rebuke to set a girl straight and instill the desired motivation.

I love it!

So friends this is the beginning of a very earnest attempt to revive my blog….we will see what happens.

from my brain.....

https://twitter.com/cogitoergosum

waiting...

She opens the link waiting for the message to appear
Hoping that it is long enough
Long enough to distract her thoughts
To pull her away- from the things that are running through her head

She has never been a patient one
She doesn’t enjoy waiting
Her independent soul fights fiercely against the rules she is trying to live by
She doesn’t play games- and yet she still finds herself waiting

Waiting for a response
For an email, a phone call, a text
Something to tell her what is going on
Some gesture of communication-Some effort made on the others part

The message is short
Not enough of a distraction
And so she writes- putting her thoughts down
Hoping this will be the outlet that will allow her to focus

And it is- there is comfort found
Her soul is calmed- she can move forward
No longer waiting- but living
Carrying the hope with her, not allowing it to become a burden

Short excerpt from my brain.....

my tummy says "FEED ME!!!"


my mind says, "Stop your whining!"


right now my mind is winning- however my tummy has ways of exacting it's revenge.....


just wanted to let you know.