Christmas can be a time of reflection, for somber understanding...it takes courage.
Don't we wish we had a translate button when God is communicating with us?
I could hardly contain my happiness. It was a reprieve, a time of relief, and a moment of mercy.
That is the hardest pill to swallow. I think of this and I cry, then I get mad, and finally I trust in God.
Do I allow my body to conform and give up? Or do I choose a different path?
"Like my tattoo – the memory will always be there, an image burned just under the skin"
It starts and ends in Love...
"The journey is better shared."
To let my tears flow uncontrolled in front of others was unacceptable.
I stopped and listened. Tell the story, He said again. My story, His story, the journey to becoming that which He created me to be - His beloved child.