So I really love to write, and I typically have 20 things going through my head at one time, so I always feel like it should come freely and with ease. The only problem is, most time it doesn’t. By the end, it feels more like child birth than anything else. Times of struggle, gasping for each new line. Then at times there is rest and a moment where new insight is revealed. So for me, it is not always easy.
This morning though, I was really inspired and wanted to just sit and get my thoughts down on paper. It all started when I read a blog, “Fcuk Pretty.” Well the title had me interested, and when I went to read it, the post had me hooked. I enjoyed the writing and honesty, but most of all I loved the commonality. In my own life, I could relate to some of the feelings and statements that she was relaying in the post. What is the best part though? It was her. I looked at some of the information about her, and I knew that I would not naturally be a part of her circle of friends. (influence?) To me though, that is exciting.
Again, we find so many ways to separate ourselves from each other, and I am done with that. It is boring. I want to risk meeting people who are different than me, the ones that I am not “supposed” to talk to. I want to know their story, and how it may have hurt them or brought them strength. I want to hear about the things that separate us, because when I look at them through the lens of eternity, those things become meaningless.
What do you think? Are you tired of being labeled and put in someone else’s box?
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to preschoolers. Today I went and started to get our sets “built”, more like taped together, for the stories. I was happy to have one of our students come out and help me today. I had a picture from Pinterest of what I was looking for, but after showing her that, I gave her free reign to create. I think she did a fantastic job. It is a really cute whale….my pic is not so good though.
I was not in a rush, so it was not a big deal if it took a little longer. They young lady in front of me had her items separated and the corresponding voucher ready. The transaction started off well enough, but one of the vouchers was not valid yet, so it threw her whole system off. She apologized to me, and I brushed it off. I gave her a smile, and told her not to worry at all. By this time I did have a few more patrons behind me, but it really was not taking that long. I guess it felt long to her. She was going to pay some with cash, but it came down at one point where she was short just some change. Before I could even think of how to help, the checker quickly brushed it off and told her to not worry about it. She said that people leave change all the time. By this time the young lady was shedding some tears. I reached out and touched her arm, and told her that it was OK. She kept quietly apologizing all the while tearing up. The checker was so sweet, as she reassured this yo
she has for me that I am waiting for. The crumbly hard shapes that fill my stomach and nourish me. It is not what I am used to, nor is it the way my story started. I once had a home, a place where I belonged. I was born there, I lived and was happy. The change happened so abruptly, as if it was a dream. One day I was beloved in a happy family, and the next I was a wandering soul enduring the heat and unknown. I am growing accustomed to my new life. It is not without peace, but it is just hard. Trying to find food, water, shelter and protection from the world. I used to have that, before that day, and I hope to find that again. Each new day is a victory, it means that I have survived to see another sunrise. It means that the memories of the goodness of life, have not been overshadowed by the pain. With each new sunrise comes the newest opportunity to be strong, to love and to show others that they can survive this life too.
and I were stumped? It might have been one of our children, or maybe even left by the previous owner. My husband then decided that some plywood he had could be used for my board. It was just the right size, and didn’t even have to be cut. The only item I had to purchase was some gorilla glue. So for under $5.00, I have my tap board. With that board, I will get some exercise, learn something new, live joyfully and continue to work on unpeeling the onion that is my life. Except now, I will be doing it to a different beat.
It was then I realized that I was probably feeling something. What though was the question? Gene is my youngest, so him graduating is something of a watershed moment for me. I mean, he really hasn’t paid attention to me for years, so there is really is not much difference in our relationship. All of my boys are pretty independent, but Gene was that way from a very early age. I will now be a mother to four men, instead of four boys. That makes me happy. I do not miss those boys, because they have grown into men that I like. They are not perfect, but they have qualities that make me thankful. They are loyal, love their family, love God and are more than willing to help a friend in need. Even to their own detriment. While we have made mistakes in raising them, they love us like we were the most perfect of parents. So today as we celebrate this graduation day I wanted to say to all of my men; Scott, Bob, Matt and Geno, I love you. You make me the happiest mom in the history of time!
