On Sunday evening, I received a message from Carlene Hernandez, asking for prayer for her husband. He was scheduled to have a procedure done the next day to put stents in his heart. Of course, I said, “Yes” and then went a step further. I asked if I could go with her. It was one of the BEST decisions I’ve ever made. Continue reading
God
“Hungry but Full”
I know what supernatural means
and I know what starving artist means
the reality of heaven
isn’t always money in the bank
it’s feasting at a table of Continue reading
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
Never Homeless
You know, over the past year, I’ve never agreed with the knowledge that I’m an “alien” here on earth because I feel very much at home.
God is my home, and He lives inside me, so everywhere I go, I’m at home. It’s just the way I think, feel, know, believe, etc.
Last night, Henry Haney started singing “I am home.” I loved it because I “am” at home every moment of every day because God will never leave me.
“Can’t Abort LOVE”
I don’t care if you’ve HAD an abortion
I don’t care if you’ve PERFORMED an abortion
I don’t care if you’ve CUT UP an abortion
Jesus LOVES you
Equipped
God gave me everything I need to love Him wholly.
Dinner’s Done
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
“Wishing Well”
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
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
