Prayer
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What constitutes a beautiful life? I believe beauty is all around us, we have to be aware of it. Beauty is not always what it seems, sometimes it is revealed later when looking back. It leads me to go deeper within myself, to see what is beyond the surface to get to the heart and
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I remember when I lost hope. When I think back now, to what seems like a lifetime ago, I had broken up with my boyfriend of four years. I was very young when I met him and was sure that he “was the one”. The foundation was built on a lie, as he was several
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My daughter and husband went on retreat last weekend. She is preparing for her spring Confirmation. My husband attended as a Deacon, a father, and a chaperone to serve where he was needed. I was left behind for the weekend. As I waved the bus away and watched everyone leave, I was struck with a
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God’s hand was always a part of my life. He was always there since the very beginning, before I took my first breath, nurturing me into life. The hand of God continues to be with me, powerful yet gentle, comforting, secure and always protecting me with a Father’s love. Lord, you have probed me, you
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From a young age, I was drawn to the beauty of nature. Whether it was the intricacy of a spider’s web, the rustling of the leaves of a tall tree, the whistling of the wind in the tall grasses, a full moon on a still night, a crackling campfire with a blanket of stars overhead
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I was unsettled last night. Before I went to bed, I read a headline on my Facebook feed that gave me great anxiety and fear. It was about the persecution of Christians with an urgent prayer request. I prayed immediately, fell asleep, but constantly tossed and turned all night. When I woke up, I looked
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When someone asks how many kids we have, I always say four. Then I have a sense of guilt, because my mind says seven. We have lost three children to miscarriage, and by saying four, I don’t have to explain the loss of the three babies. It opens up the pain that is in my
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A year ago, I was not in a good place. My 50th birthday was quickly approaching. My feelings had nothing to do with entering a new decade or getting older. The closer my birthday got, the more my deep feeling of loneliness was exposed. It was a pain of being alone, of not belonging, of
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The Lord has placed in my heart a desire to write. It has been there for many years. Today, I start on my leap of faith, following the voice of God. My blog is named “Fears and Tears”, where I trust God to give me the words to write. As I stumble through this life
Fears and Tears 