There have been many storms through the years. It was those storms that have blown thru my life, like Katrina, and destroyed so much that forced me to seek out that lighthouse and hang on to God with both hands to get thru them.
How do i tell you about the storms? Looking back i realize they began at a very young age but i didn't know God in thse days. The storms are what forced me to look out there for something. My mom wasn't there for me. She was trying to survive her own storms.
I have never seriously considered writing in these blogs because i didn't know how to write without being brutally honest and i was afraid of what others would think. Now?
There comes a time in your life when you MUST say what is on your heart or just burst. I have recently returned to collage. Yet again i had someone tell me that i should write the story of my life. I have hear that since high school. Well, i am 48 years old now and it is time to talk so this will be my "Book of Me" and i will share with you "All the Parts of Me". I no longer have a label. I am still my father's daughter and my mother's child. The days of being a wife are over and my children are grown. My grandchidren have moved away and so....
I will rise like a Phoenix out of the ashes of what is left of my life and tell you of me.
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