Tag: relationships

To the Women I Love…

I sat on the couch opposite my therapist staring at my wringing hands.  “Two weeks ago made ten years since my mother died.  Next week will make a year since my mother-in-law died.  Some days I don’t feel that I’ve fully processed that,” I…

Seasons End.

After months of being semi-ghosted or at least given the chilliest cold shoulder I’d ever endured, I sought understanding.  What had I done?  What did I need to apologize for, because I was willing.  In place of an explanation, I heard, “Our season has…

Nah.

I’m feeling silly today… | Nah. | You ever look back a phase of your life and say to yourself, “Whew!  I’m glad I’m over that?”  I have had my fair share of What in the Blue Hell Was I thinking moments. I have…

The Silent Treatment

I’m a believer.  I’m a worship leader.  I’m a low-key, unofficial counselor.  Blah, blah, blah.  I’m a human.  Today, I am going to be honest even if it makes me look a little less spiritual. | The Silent Treatment | I recently saw a…

Keeping My Hands to Myself

I was having a really hard time.  Why was I struggling while everyone else was okay…specifically the ones that I helped?  It just didn’t seem fair that I was the one with the short end of the stick when it was my stick to…

Nurturing Dead Things

It’s been too long since I last shared.  I’m in a place where I can share today.  Please be gentle with my heart. Disclaimer : I will use the word “relationship” in this blog.  Please do not limit this to a romantic relationship.  I…

Lesson Learned

I missed last week’s blog, but if you are an avid follower, you knew that already.  I can explain though.  The long and short of the story is that I was too busy for my own good.  Anyway, thanks for coming back today.  *hugs…

The Note

Preface: Please forgive my two weeks of silence.  Between the Thanksgiving holiday and a bit too much on my plate, two Thoughtful Thursdays slipped away without me sharing.  It is my hope to be back on track now.  Thanks for understanding. Now that I’ve…

The Grief of Growth

I scrolled through the photos in my phone looking for one specific picture when I saw a picture of us.  We had smirks on our face, and I swear I could remember the exact joke that was cracked just before I snapped our selfie. …

It’s Time

Preface: Let me begin by thanking anyone who had the courage to read my post last week.  It was heavy and uncomfortable, and being vulnerable like that literally made me sick.  This week’s post will be different from the last. | It’s Time| She…