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.
We visited Elmwood Cemetery to laugh, cry and soothe our souls with My Girl Mic Leslie sweet memories. I want my writing to be as bold as she was in life. I thank the Lord for my children who worked very hard to make my May Month Birth celebration a sweet memory. It was my best party ever and the fellowship was unbelievable. I thought about all the stories we take to the cemetery with every visit. It is important to me that I write about her even when it seems I am dwelling on the memories.
It is the 03:00 hour and I see this fan that my GirlMic Leslie’s friend brought back from Spain. He presented it to me at the time of her funeral and home going celebration. He said that he had promised to bring her a gift. I sit here feeling very lonely and so I am writing my “Doing Something Different” segment on the page I have dedicated to her memory. These 100 words are sometimes the way that my prayers are answered as God helps me through the night. I believe the Word from Psalm 40 that He will lift me up today.
Have you heard someone say, “she is a shining light?” I sit here praising the Lord for a victory of seeing the light in my new lens and wishing I could see her face. I start to write because I have not done my 100 word post dedicated to my GirlMic/Leslie. I am determined, delighted, and designed to be a light because of her giving much to make me better in self, soul and spirit.This is just encouraging myself. My son and I had a “think and thank God” session for our GirlMic Leslie’s living and light.
We had just completed our B/P monitoring. We also discussed how we are in a stressful environment. We looked at how we could better serve and use our gifts. We discussed ways to be better at self-care and getting our selves in a healthier zone. We finished and I had taken my own B/P and found it was high. I left thinking I really needed to get better control. My friend came by, touched me and said, “I think about you and love you. I am praying for you.” I honor Brenda for the blessing on the church parking lot.
.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.
Laughter for healing and healing laughter as a ministry is my “The Ways Wy Was” focus. Today I begin a 12 day saga of Challenges and Choices. Have you ever been asked the question, “What makes you laugh?” I woke up with this on my mind as I read my focus scripture. I started my day thinking about the life and death of my GirlMic, Leslie and what she did that would make me smile. Since I am writing a 100 word saga series, I have to measure my words into capsules. The capsule today is my working through the sadness wilderness.
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I woke up thinking of my mother who died January 18, 2001 of a “massive heart attack. She had many heart healing episodes and treatments in her life after the diagnosis of diabetes at the age of forty. She loved the color red and wore it along with her red pumps. I wear red to represent her today and I found this church picture and decided to represent in the red campaign and dedicate this writing to her and my GirlMicLeslie who died September 1, 2015. We seemed to all smile when we put on the color red because we believed that everyone looks good in red.