Tag Archives: hope

When the Words Won’t Come

Writing is how I process my world. It is a free therapist that I never have to worry about overburdening with the same thoughts, ideas, and concerns. Often my writing becomes prayers when the words become so heavy, they fall onto pages like an onslaught of rain to an already over saturated earth. When thereContinue reading “When the Words Won’t Come”

Joy Uncovered

In this third week of Advent, we light the pink candle that represents JOY. This week’s advent candle may be the most difficult of all. A friend lost her husband suddenly last week. Another is grieving over the loss of a marriage. For some, this is the first holiday without a loved one. Family membersContinue reading “Joy Uncovered”

Hope in a Hopeless World

We are in the first week of advent. In the church, Advent means the weeks leading up to the birth of Christ. Often this is represented by lighting a candle, specifically purple in color, to signify the hope of the coming of Christ. In the Old Testament, God’s people had strayed so far from Him.Continue reading “Hope in a Hopeless World”

Seasons of Weariness

Yesterday, I wrote a completely different post. I struggled with the entire thing. It couldn’t find my voice and it just didn’t seem real. So, I am starting over, even if it means the post goes out later than normal. My “Tuesdays at 2pm” goal will just have to change for today. My desire forContinue reading “Seasons of Weariness”

When You Want to Give Up

I just can’t do it today. One year ago, you couldn’t get out of bed. I am so tired of being tired. One year ago, noises drove you from stores. Everything hurts. One year ago you could barely walk. I can’t tolerate anyone or anything right now. One year ago your siblings feared you. IContinue reading “When You Want to Give Up”

Christmas Came Early

My cup of gratitude overflowed on the couch of the psychiatrist’s office.  One smile and one question from the doctor brought forth an onslaught of tears that not only surprised my daughter, but me as well. “Well, how are things going?” Cue tears. Two months ago we sat before this young doctor pleading for help. Continue reading “Christmas Came Early”

Ascending out of the Valley

There was nowhere left to turn.  We had done everything the rheumatologist had told us to do: gentle exercise, physical therapy, seeing a psychologist; yet, pain still riddled my daughter’s body on a daily basis.  She was not the child I knew before fibromyalgia overtook her life. Until then, my daughter never met a stranger. Continue reading “Ascending out of the Valley”

Providential Perseverance

We weren’t ready.  After 10 months in Louisiana, we were called back to Virginia.  Although we wanted to stay, looked forward to continuing our bayou adventures, circumstances did not make sense for us to remain. “Movers move”, as I learned in my “Moving On” group, I just had no idea we would fall into thatContinue reading “Providential Perseverance”