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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My Sunday looks a lot like yours. The outfit is never quite right then I get toothpaste on my shirt (just me?) The kids are arguing about...
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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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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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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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There's orange shag carpet covering the floor Cards slide across the wooden table as kids make sound effects from behind the couch The...
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...
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 ...
It doesn’t discriminate There is not one age, social status, family model or culture it attacks For it cares not of its victims ...
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...
The house is hurriedly swept, papers stashed, candles that smell of cookies lit, laundry hidden away, dinner inhaled - dishes entombed, and...
My Sunday looks a lot like yours. The outfit is never quite right then I get toothpaste on my shirt (just me?) The kids are arguing about...
My sweet sisters, You proudly proclaim God as sovereign and Lord and resign to His timing in so much of your life, But, concer...
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...
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, ...
