Laying in bed...preparing to take on the day-taking an inventory of my life. Things are not perfect...not in the least. But...I conclude that...I LOVE MY LIFE! I am thankful for every day God opens my eyes. Everyday is a new journey...A gift...I'm eager to open it, knowing that at the end- I will have yet another precious jewel of wisdom to add to my collection. I am thankful for the people in my life-I couldn't have planned such a perfect variation of folks both personally, and professionally to be characters in my story. See, many times we focus on what we DONT have...we replay our game reel over and over, scrutinizing and beating ourselves up for what we think we shoulda, coulda, woulda done...All we see is what we are MISSING, and judge our lives and success from a wish list...but, when we take a step back and see all that God HAS done, and IS doing in, and for us- and that this life truly is short and fragile. He is in control whether we acknowledge Him or not...that wish list is as vauable as vapor, like chasing after the wind. Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow isnt promised, and doesnt yet exist. Live in the present...it surely is a gift. #goodmorning #tellyouwhatiknow #happygirljj#iwakewithapraiseonmylips #mylifeisnotmyown #goditrustyou
"You don't know how "one" you've really become- until you're ripped apart. Divorce is of the devil... I wish it on no one...ever." -jj thames. Not in the mood to face the world today. so I won't. my bed is my solace... listening to my new record, tightening up arrangements, listening for more possibilities- soothes my angst. this divorce stuff irks my soul... one or two days- I barely think about it. next day...I feel like I've been hit by a bullet train at maximum speed- and just want to lay in my darkened bedroom and look at the ceiling. No tmusic, no TV...just me...my bed...and the ceiling. Sleep usually eventually welcomes me. But, then there's the dreams- and waking again to the pain. I feel like a part of me has died. It's a strange kind of pain... its a numbing abiding pain...like an irritating itch deep in your soul that you really have no kind of way to scratch. You just have to talk about it, and su...
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