I've written about the butterfly's transition before and I thought I was pretty much done with that analogy, but then I considered the process I've experienced and the new territory I've been given. That old cocoon of who I used to be was dark and dreary. I couldn't see my way and there were times I cried... Continue Reading →
No Mourning for My Tomorrow
Before retreating to my mini sanctuary the other day I decided to clean my kitchen. Cleaning and manual labor somehow eases tension...maybe that's weird, but you do you and I'll do me... Anyway...I prayed as I unloaded the dishwasher. "Lord, help me not become cynical with people's words of well wishes and prayers." Almost immediately,... Continue Reading →