If I had it all to do over again.. I'd write a different story. The plot twists would remain the same I guess, I had no control over them anyway, but I think perhaps Id handle it all differently. Hindsight is 20/20 or so they say and if I only knew then what I know … Continue reading Hindsight
Impossibly flawed and oh so broken...still she walks as queen. Head held higher defying the ache inside. Youd never know the depths of sorrows overcome. She is victorious . Her integrity is made complete by humilities seasoning.She is beauty and brokeness all at once.A masterpiece in the making.Dust refined into being by the artists hands. … Continue reading She is….(for B ❤)
Seems a lot of people live their life in pursuit of " happiness " and compromise anything and everything to attain it. … I'd argue its less about your circumstance and more about recognising the value of what you already have. Is what you behold weight or blessing? Cause I'm finding blessings are by nature … Continue reading The pursuit of happiness
Grace….how heavy life would be, how hopeless if not for grace. Grace brings rebirth. Renewing.. Grace means it's not what you bring to the table…. but who you are. Grace says it's not all up to you. Grace turns vulnerability into strength unparalleled. It's not the measure of your worth by your accomplishments but the … Continue reading Grace upon grace
Life's full of contrast.This last season was pain unparalleled and provision unequalled all at once .Identity shifted, thwarted,stolen perhaps...yet blessed, loved and seen better then before.By ones I never expected to be there . Now days I'm introduced as the "single mum".. Ahh.. never wanted that title. It's not that I can't do it.I know … Continue reading Contrast
It seems with all that has been lost of late some years have fallen away too. Heavy taxing years that brought weight to these shoulders and creases to this brow vanish into thin air. Age it seems is running in reverse as the clock ticks backwards and lost hopes are revived from the ashes of … Continue reading Prism
Silence.. Its been ages since silence was welcome.. I used to crave the nightshift hours when my love worked late and the little ones were in bed... Or those early mornings before dawn peaked her head around the night skies blanket and all the world still slept. But in this season of shifting and shaking … Continue reading Rewrite
Endless cycles of broken and breaking only to scar and tear and scar again. Layer upon layer upon layer upon layer and there's no escape from the torment. The demons won't leave. No peace. No safe space... Guarded hidden behind a wall of lies.. Fakery the only language. Life devoid of hope.. Devoid of living … Continue reading Nameless.