A HEART INSPIRED

Tradition...heritage passed down through the ages. Memories you can taste, smell and feel. Just the thought of a moment in time, from days gone by and you are instantly transported through the years. Smack down in the middle of it all, good or bad. I feel like such an old-timer. A certain kind of breeze takes me right back to a day in Florida, on Christmas break with an old high school boyfriend. Don't know exactly what it was about that moment, but that particular breeze works magic in my hearts remembering. Sometimes just before dusk, the late evening sun shines through the trees, shadows dancing, the air so crisp, curtains blowing, birds chirping...lithlessly, I'm taken back to our house in Voorhees, kids tucked away for the night and me lying on the sofa with a cold beer watching Bridges of Madison County.The beer, because the two main characters had enjoyed cold beers together, which before the movie, was a memory from the novel. Kids playing outs...

Little girl maiden...a love so true. There is no other quite like you.                                                           long before, she was a twinkle in her mothers eyes long before, all the not so white lies this brilliant little creature had a measure of love bursting to the brim and a gift from above so different from her mom, who was hardly a twinkle at all so different from the woman, who couldn't recognize her call she grew up fast, she grew up strong with direction and love, what could go wrong the differences between them so big, yet so small no one could have known, how swift the fall little girl maiden, she held on tight little fists blazing, she took to the fight no one had ever, come to your rescue little girl maiden, she came to save you in her eyes, you can do no...

One of these days I hope to write and inform you that the last post you had read of mine will have been the last of the dreaded "D" word...although I don't think I talk about it all that much on here, I do refer to it in a 'round about way when I indicate the "thing" that brought me and my kids to this place in our lives. I wish this was the last time I wrote about that, but honestly....it probably  isn't. Ugh, do I dare, actually go there? Its not like I can escape it. Not even for one moment. Every hour of our lives revolves around that one fateful event. Its not that we don't embrace what the Lord has allowed our days and nights to be....its just that we are human. And we remember. We are living this new life and we cannot look away . The human tendancy is to either portray everything as if it were all glowy and great or gloomy and glum! Me and the children happen to have very fond memories of our old life. Just as for me as a parent, I...