God gave me everything I need to love Him wholly.
On the path that “means well,” there are many footprints.
I think Autumn has fallen
beyond the sun
and is trying to get up
to reach us Continue reading
In the beginning of my recovery through AA, I’d felt I’d finally made it “home.” Everyone accepted me, loved me, remembered my name. It was so good. I loved going to meetings and acted a certain way there, which the kids rarely saw at home.
I remember times when the kids would say, “You need a meeting,” and I’d usually leave to go to one. By the time I came back, I was in a good mood, ready to be a mom. That lasted for years, until I really surrendered to God. Continue reading
at times I wish my dad was alive
at times I wish I never drug my kids through so much
at times I wish I never sold my body
at times I wish I’d chosen a different road
at times I wish I could remember events, names, milestones
(I could go on) Continue reading
Throughout my years of recovery (from alcohol and from hell), I’ve remembered many things, some of them good and some of them not so good. When it comes to memories of my dad, there aren’t very many.
In the past, most memories I’ve had of him were attached with pain, but through learning how to reject the pain, I now only have memories, and most of them that I remember bring a smile to my face, like the one I had this morning. Continue reading
I see how the enemy
gets into the home
to steal from the children
who they are
and then loving
and then fighting Continue reading