I don't have words tonight,Not adequate words, anyway.I have cautioned words.Quiet words.Words that peek out of my heart,Look around to make sure no one is reading, thenTip-toe quickly onto the page.Words that don't chassé, rather,That glide forth, slow,Measured and unbiddenLike a silent tear that escapes,Unnoticed by everyone but youIn a moment everyone else isOverjoyed, yet… Continue reading This Poet’s Angst
Everyday for weeks now I've watched women champion and repeat and chant the phrase "I am enough." It's on mugs and graphic t-shirts and books and billboards: "I am enough." Really? Are we? Why do we say this? What are we REALLY saying? What are we enough of or who are we enough for? I… Continue reading I am NOT Enough
I was purging old stuff in the garage this morning. I don't even want to tell you what ALL I found. But I came across something that got me thinking. I came across old Glamour Shots pics of myself from 1995. That was the year I got married. I looked at my pic for a… Continue reading Glamour Shots
Broken No longer Whole, and What once was fractured is now Scattered, but Love left me I was picking up the pieces from when You walked out the door I thought my life was over when you Said you loved someone else I found my life wasn't over when you left My life was just… Continue reading Redemption – A Reverse Poem
The wind from this storm began pulling the car down the road. Not pushing - pulling. I'd never driven in that kind of wind before, nor have I since. I turned on the radio. That weather warning signal - the one with the beeping and squealing - was on. It was on every station. I heard the weather guy say something about a supercell, a tornado, and to take cover.
I suppose it wouldn't be quite as good a life if every day was filled with wildflowers, sunshine, and balloons. That would make a beautiful day, of course, but how would I know it was beautiful? Where's the perspective in that? This is why I embrace the rainy days. Most especially those. I love the… Continue reading I suppose
I love you ladies. All of you. I applaud you and so enjoy watching you become women who love God.
Miracle. This word used to conjure up images of Sunday School mornings in 1984 with 9-year-old me in blonde pigtails in a flowered dress with ruffle back panties, lacy socks, and Mary Janes. It made me picture a flannel graph board with felt-backed cut-outs of Jesus and his disciples. Jesus inevitably had on a brown… Continue reading Do You Believe In Miracles?
One morning shortly after my divorce, as I woke up, I had this vision. I clearly saw a pair of rugged male hands reaching down, digging in, and clasping together underneath a wilted plant. Actually, the plant was beyond wilted—it was dried by the sun, and what had once been some kind of small growth… Continue reading The Gentle Gardener
Have you ever been so tired, not physically, but mentally, emotionally, and even spiritually that you can't move? That's me right now. And if you came here because you saw the title, I'm so sorry you're that tired. But I'm here to tell you there's hope for us. Let's walk through this together. Yesterday was… Continue reading Ever been THIS tired?