from my heart to yours…
I think about Marianne, from Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility. I consider her passion for love. I consider her words, her actions, and the situation in which she found herself, having wealth and property one day, and being reduced to poverty the next - in her adult life. Losing her father as well as her …
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Asking forgiveness for the obsession with Pro-life material on my wall - but not because I regret defending babies. I used to be a public speaker for a pro-life organization, and I would speak to teens in school or church environments. This stopped as my family grew. It looks like MANY of us - Americans …
I dislike the terms “the black vote” “the woman’s vote” the latino vote” - as if we are the Borg from Star Trek - just a mindless hive of beings connected to one another by some invisible wavelength of thought that directs our movements, our thoughts, and our behaviors. I’m a woman - I am …
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So beautiful. Almost unreal. And I've challenged myself - I have. I've made myself answer the hard questions. "Aren't you overly romanticizing this man? No one is perfect and his flaws would irritate you eventually." I know. I know they would. But I look at him... If he were standing here, I'd tell him, I …
Here and there in FB land I see references made to the Bible and God's generosity and mercy toward mankind. The stories shared are often designed to communicate that our nation and president are cold-hearted toward the influx of humanity that has lately arrived at the border. Nothing could be further from the truth. Our …
I met a couple Wednesday evening who restored my hope in the possibility of enjoying a loving friendship in the bonds of marriage. I WRITE about marriage and love and all of that, And if anyone asked me if I could be again, married - I now say yes. But that doesn’t mean I envision …
Just a thought I had today. “This man has given me more smiles and more joyful moments in one month - than the two men I dated in the last two years.” Maybe it’s because we don’t actually see one another. I mean - if ever there was a gypsy, it’s me. Colorful and disorganized. …
He called me today. And we said lots of things. He told me he was sorry he hurt me, And it only made me love his heart more. I know the words were genuinely spoken. I told him that I understood. Because I do. Water flowed from my eyes while I pictured - a child …
4am and lost in thought. Thinking of dreams unrealized and promises broken. Leadings of God not followed and the unhappy consequences of those actions. Praying a little. “God, you know what I want to do with my life, right?”, even as I look forward at the years which lie ahead to realize that the number …
The last man I dated seriously kept pushing for marriage. I told him over and over that I simply wasn’t ready for a lifetime commitment. We had met in August and he proposed in October despite my repeatedly telling him I couldn’t rush into things. So I said I couldn’t do it, Couldn’t be engaged …
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