When life gives you lemons – a.k.a. all the wildness – you can either make some super delicious lemonade with it… or you can not. With six years of mothering a gorgeous child with sensory processing disorder and fifteen years mothering me – a woman living with chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS/ME) – under my belt, I have personally come to the conclusion that either we choose to thrive… to make the lemonade… or we choose to not thrive.
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Where I See Jesus
Today I’m trying my hand at poetry. We’ll see if I can convey the joy I’m experiencing. I pray I can. Blessings, sweet friends xox J. I see Jesus In the sunrise No child in my bed For perhaps The first time In a decade. I see Jesus In the bath time When I canContinue reading “Where I See Jesus”
Look Up, Child
Numbed-out by the tumultuous few weeks before we took flight – and absolutely emotionally exhausted by the child I aim to be loved-by (wince) – I chanted the words “Help Me” over and over as I pounded the boardwalk above the most beautiful ocean I’ve ever seen. One foot. Help. Second foot. Me. Over and over again. And then the words I was needing to hear punched me in the gut…
