Category Archives: Trials

Letters To My 16 Year-Old Self: Beautiful Scars-How the Miss Teen USA Pageant Saved My Life

Dear Friends,

I urge you to read this post from a sweet friend and share it….it will help many young ladies from a deceiving disorder….

 

Letters To My 16 Year-Old Self: Beautiful Scars-How the Miss Teen USA Pageant Saved My Life.

Seething……

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Seething…ANGER

I feel like a cartoon character when I am angry.

I wear my feelings on my shirtsleeve as they say. In reality, I cannot hide my feelings from anyone. Oh how I wish I could, but I cannot. That is why I make a terrible liar, you can see it all over my face.

So, I might actually look like a cartoon character when I am angry. But no one but my husband will know….

And right now I am angry. Very angry. Extremely angry. So I have been home all day. And I will be home tomorrow. I cannot risk showing my feelings to anyone. Why? Because it won’t do anyone any good at all. Especially the one(s) I am so angry with…..:) And I am angry that someone I care for has been hurt….the worse kind of angry! Continue reading Seething……

I Am Just Passing Through….

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Just Passing Through

I write today with a heavy heart for so many. A young youth pastor was killed in an automobile accident last night with his group coming home from doing mission work. Although I do not know him personally, my heart aches for his family. He had a little one and wife. Tragic. Yet, these things are happening all around us.

People are going through severe personal issues, loss of jobs, cancer, emotional pain…the list goes on and on. And these things have gone on as long as I have been alive to remember, and they will continue to do so. I cannot fix any of it. I want to….I so hurt for them. So I pray.

The hard questions come from others. Why? Shouldn’t we pray harder? I don’t have answers for those questions, nor do I even understand what it means to pray “harder”. But I do know one thing….Jesus gets it, and my home is really not here anyway, this is indeed my temporary residence. Continue reading I Am Just Passing Through….