“Tiny Traveler”

sometimes I wish you could be inside me
inside my thoughts of all that He’s done
inside my tears as they well up
it’s more than going to church or reading His word
it’s understanding
it’s becoming
it’s living out loud where no voice is needed
it’s listening without judging
it’s loving without wanting
it’s speaking without yelling
if you could be inside me in moments like these
maybe you’d understand the way that I am
and who I want to be

“Along the Journey”

God’s not my GPS
choices are
there are many roads we can take
many turns to the left
and to the right
going forwards
or backwards
making u turns
many different possibilities
God’s definitely one of the routes
but my choices point me in direction

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