An honest reflection of me- in fragments. Imperfect- Grace Covered. Balance. Mom. Wife.
Nurse. Homeschool Teacher. Christ follower first. Second changes. Thankful.
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I've been on a silent journey For a year, I explained the pain and weakness away, it was the gardening or hormones or in my hea...
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This is a face forever altered in wrinkles and worry lines These eyes have been bled dry of tears and yet they still cry This ...
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It doesn’t discriminate There is not one age, social status, family model or culture it attacks For it cares not of its victims ...
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Dear Baby Girl (you're gone) -- You would be five, but your body never was and instead you're just a beautiful soul I don'...
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The house is hurriedly swept, papers stashed, candles that smell of cookies lit, laundry hidden away, dinner inhaled - dishes entombed, and...
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Being a nurse was always where my heart was set So all the Sunday dinners I missed I can not regret Because caring for others' hurts, ...
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The word rolled off her tongue and I was frozen I couldn't have just heard what my brain is telling me I heard Not from her, Beautifu...
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There's orange shag carpet covering the floor Cards slide across the wooden table as kids make sound effects from behind the couch The...
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My sweet sisters, You proudly proclaim God as sovereign and Lord and resign to His timing in so much of your life, But, concer...
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To all the Mom's Sacrifice comes easy at first, it starts with your body and then it's your sleep - until you realize it'...
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