All in One

I love the title God gave me for this because it’s not what you think it is, and that makes me smile.

Lately, grocery shopping has been a luxury…buying meat has been a splurge. It’s just the way it’s been. We do with what we have and buy only what we need. We haven’t been eating fruits and vegetables and stuff because those are “extras.” This isn’t a pitty-potty post. It’s reality sometimes for some people, but the other day, for a moment, all of that changed.

I was sitting with a friend, and she asked me if we had food, so I explained our situation, and to my surprise, she gave me $40.00 to buy something good to make for the kids for dinner. You have no idea what that did to a mommy who loves to cook for her kids.

It opened a door. Continue reading

My Best Day

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

Angel Tears and Goatsmilk

Well, some know very well that yesterday was a tough day for me, so this won’t be the most uplifting post. I wasn’t going to write at all, but (of course) I woke up writing in my heart, so (again) God’s gotten His way.

Yesterday, I learned some very valuable lessons from God, not in any condemning way but in the most loving way possible. Right off the bat, I realized the mistake I’d made leading up to the craft fair. Continue reading

Scars that Prove Something

I always thought scars were a constant reminder of “what happened,” but since I have a couple now, I realize that’s not the case. Most of my “scars” are on the inside, so I never really thought about them as being reminders. Music, smells, household chores, thoughts usually trigger me back to a painful past, but not so much scars.

A little while back, I fell at my sons’ football practice and ended up in the emergency room. I have an irritating looking scar on my foot and my knee. At times, after standing for a while, the one on my foot hurts. Looking at it and feeling it, both, don’t seem to take me back to the moment of trauma; something else does. Continue reading

***20 Things About Me***

I used to be a stripper.
I used to sell my body.
I have four kids.
I’ve had three abortions.
I’d rather read poetry that doesn’t rhyme.
I don’t like it when people go out of turn at stop signs.
I love the clouds.
I used to think God was in the clouds.
I grew up without knowing God.
I have full dentures.
I used to be addicted to sex, drugs, and alcohol.
I hear God all the time.
I value God, Jesus, and Holy Spirit above all.
I write constantly on the inside.
I love to dance with worship flags.
I walk in freedom.
I feel dirty (at times) because of my past, even though I’m brand new.
I’m married to God.
I hope to be married to a man someday (and don’t want to be kissed until my wedding day).
I sometimes go to sleep at night, excited about coffee the next morning.

Dreams that Follow

Early on in life, many people have dreams, set goals, achieve those goals, and, then, live their dreams into reality, but that’s not always the case for everyone. When I was little, I had dreams, but as soon as life started happening, those dreams seemed erased, forgotten, silly, impossible, but when I truly surrendered my life to God, some dreams started following me. Continue reading