For so long now I have avoided all of you. sorry
With each pass of my computer, I felt that twinge.
I felt as though I owed y'all an explanation.
For years, many of you have been faithful followers, readers and friends.
You have become a huge part of my family.
If you're a blogger, you know how easy it is to share here.
I have never had a problem opening my home and heart to all of you.
But for the last couple of months..... life got real.
Not the real where I share my dirty floors or piles of laundry...
Real as in... I want to crawl under a rock and hide... real.
For those of you wondering..
My husband is my rock, none of us have cancer and my kids are not in jail...
so what's left?
I just can't go there right now but can I ask for a favor?
Can you please lift my little family up in prayer.
I know it's in our nature to feel as though we need to know the problem before we can ask God to fix it.
Trust me... He Knows.
I have fallen on my face and cried out to him in the darkness...He Knows.
I want with every ounce to sit and spill my heart to y'all.
To have you tell me it will be OK.
To assure me I'm not alone in this.
To love me unconditionally as I have failed to do so myself.
It's hard y'all.
It's so hard to visit my IG and blog friends and see "happy" when my heart is so full...
but I do.
I'm making myself breathe in your joy, your success, your inspiration...
For some of you, your faith!
You know who you are.
Your simple quotes and scriptures are my manna. Thank you.
Over these past weeks following Christmas, I pushed my paint and brushes to the side.
How can one paint...
"Chin up buttercup"
"Today I will choose Joy"
"Every little thing is gonna be OK"
when I feel like poop...?
And you know what?
I can't hide from it... it has been painted on my heart.
I love y'all...