It is now the early hours of the morning and I just listened to an inspiring speaker say that “We all have and will have our ups and downs.” I just got in the bed to practice falling asleep and discovered it was not the time or place. I moved to my blog that is dedicated to my GirlMic Leslie. The butterflies carry some of the names who are prayer intercessors and I said I would count them as others count sheep. I have set a 03::00 goal to go again to bed but I thought it would be a good time to count the people who are helping me get through another day. I decided to double my words of thanks to the Lord Jesus Christ for the opportunity of another day to don my wings.
The definition I have chosen is, “ruminate is Figurative. to think or ponder; meditate; reflect.” Today I experienced a muted moment of prayer as I listened to a group of prayer warriors give praise reports and prayer requests. I have chosen to make this observation in response to the prompt: ruminate. I am working to […]
In my quest to write today as I prepare to attend another daughter’s transition and comfort another mother, I pause to honor the love of a mother. It has been a year and 24 days since my #GirlMic took flight and it was another sleepless night as I imagined the pain of this mother preparing for her final earth goodbyes. This week has been an up and down travel week as I put prayer in place for those who hurt. I joined the “Legacy Connection” as I continue to pursue wisdom. We are all in position and a place of grace.
I have just returned from a private day party where my children, SonD, GalVal, grand girlP and great grandgirl KEB and I sent balloons into the air as we celebrated the Date of Birth of my daughter Leslie. I remember not going last year when it had only been 12 days but seeing that my sonD had gone and placed a balloon and took pictures. We decided this would be an annual reflection and memories event It as amazing to see my family smile and remember her. I wanted to put this birth day in pictures and prose as we remembered.
One year ago we stood at your grave to say good-bye. I could not have imagined the loneliness of not having you present always. I have worked to stay joyful and move forward with my reading, writing and speaking. I remember things that have been hidden for many years and I cry or smile depending on my mood for the day. Today we celebrate labor day and I know you would have already called to see what I would be doing. I just look into the skies and seek your beautiful face in the clouds to lift away the loneliness.
I took another walk around my two gardens with the camera to see how things were progressing and decided to make my buddleia the stars of the show again. This blue one is growing in my back garden. The bush is now quite tall and I am now cutting the flower heads off that have […]
WWOW: GirlMic, I am remembering your smile as I gaze on this beautiful purple flower. I want all of my friends of #purplepurpose to think of you when they see it. Thanks to COAAS.
Life’s trials seem to move slowly. One grows weary as they pass. But our lives are but moment, and not long, do they last. The tests that one goes through, we endure, and not succumb. But they are not worthy, to be compared, to the glory, that will come. *
via It Moves Slowly — Lantern Words I watched in pain as my daughter moved to the world of the unknown. I have spent the past year in pain but today the #Lantern Words are here to give the joy of the Lord’s promise and His words. To God be the glory.
.I looked at the clock as I remembered the last seven months of painful grief since my GirlMicLeslie was put on life support for forty days. I have no words but I just want to remember her in my journal so I will insert some pictures of my memories.
I opened the door and discovered a package on my porch. It contained the devotionals I had written with the dedication to my GirlMic/Leslie. I took a deep breath and imagined the smiles and laughter she would have given me over the telephone when I called to tell her the books were here. I sat down and thought about the rain storm I had been driving in last week. I remember thinking that the skies were crying. I read one of her favorite scriptures from Psalm 103:1 “Praise the LORD, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.”