Poetry

NOT MY SECRET...the journey towards healing from abuse

I talked to Jesus today

I sat under the cross and prayed

I talked to Jesus today

I sat on the wet grass and prayed

I talked to Jesus today

We have many heart to hearts

Sometimes in the car

Sometimes in my back yard

Sometimes as my tears fall to the ground

He always hears the sound

I talked to Jesus yesterday

I felt Him

In the wind

I saw Him

In a little bird through my lens.

I heard Jesus

Speak to me

Not through speech

But as my very own heart beat

I knew Jesus today

As I looked into my daughter’s eyes

His spirit does not hide

In those He does reside

I will talk to Jesus tomorrow

In my victory

As well as my sorrow

Some days He is my only friend

Some days He is the only one who listens

Some moments I feel…

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Hope is grief’s best music…

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This is just a quick update for those of you who have expressed concern and offered up prayers. I met with the oncology surgeon at 7AM this morning, and there’s some good and bad involved with my cancer. There are enough good factors to opt for a lumpectomy at this point followed by 4 to 6 weeks of daily radiation, but should other factors be sufficiently present when they get in there to do the lumpectomy then I will have to have a full mastectomy of my right breast. So it has been a difficult and challenging morning. But it is what it is and I have no choice but to deal with it. My family doc said that I had met and  coped with all my other challenges brilliantly and courageously as he put it and had no doubt I would be able to rise up and do it again. I only wish I had as much faith in that as he seems to have. For now I will cling to this passage of Scripture.

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. ~Isaiah 41:10 ✝