You’re a hosta fragrant bouquet who refused to die but instead chose to bloom.
This New Year's Eve will be more than just a metaphor.
God spoke to me early this morning. And I know it was nothing but Him because it was before 6am when I was laying in bed, deciding that I was going to snooze for a while. I tried to resist the inner voice that was speaking to me when it grew stronger to the point …
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she pushed. I answered her as best I could, with a smile of course, “I couldn’t be happier.” It was the truth. I wanted to be happier. I just couldn't seem to get there.
I had the chance to meet up with an old friend today for lunch. * I'm not sure if it's weird that I refer to this woman as a friend considering she does have a daughter the same age as me (& oddly enough, the same name). In many regards, this lady is very much …
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
― Mary Oliver