Pressing On...

Heartache is inevitable in life I suppose. In my 63 years my heart has been broken and put back together so many times that it’s probably unrecognizable. My heart broke with each of my miscarriages. Knowing I have children in heaven with my dad is comforting. My heart broke when some of my grand babies met the same fate. God must have been longing for them, I tell myself. My heart broke when our younger daughter was sick and then when our older daughter got sick...when I thought I was going to lose my sister and when my mom believed that   my brother and I hated each other...with the demise of “best friendships”, betrayal  of trust  and the loss of marriages and the death of beloved family members... even the four legged ones.

When your young you don’t ever think about growing old, when you’re old you’re always wishing you could turn back time and have a do over... I don't think I'll  ever get that do over, my mistakes are many,  but I  can purpose in my heart to have a start over. The Bible  says in Phillipians 3:13 to forget what lies behind and to press forward to what  lies ahead.  I'm  pressing God...pressing on.

Joy Stealers

September 2019  is gone, Autumn has been here for a week official, but the temps are unseasonably warm, an understatement, it's a HOT and humid 91* feeling like 99* Personally I can do without the heat at any time of the year but Fall should be cool balmy breezes at the warmest and hoodie weather at it's coldest. It missed us obviously but whatever the reason, we'll survive. I have a feeling when the cold temps arrive in December and January I'll have my days of complaining about the cold. Someone remind me how hot it was in September LOL

Trying to keep my mind off of that which is attempting to steal my joy and it's not the heat. It's always something, right? Politics, friends, family... LIFE! I’m supposed to not worry about stuff. Worry Less Pray More! Sorry, not my nature. That doesn’t mean I lack faith or I don’t pray, it simply means I love to deeply. I could never understand how some parents of adult kids weren’t affected by their kids heartaches and heartbreaks, estrangement and sometimes anger. I was always so proud that none of my adult kids hated me like so many of my friends and acquaintance and even some family members have shared...sigh

Back to separating myself from what brings me  the most joy. I get better at it with each crack of my heart...

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