Beauty From Ashes

“And just as the Phoenix rose from the ashes, she too will rise.  Returning from the flames, clothed in nothing but her strength, more beautiful than ever before.”

How many times have I read or heard those words? Too many to even count. But it wasn’t until I took a hike last week in a fire damaged area of my beloved Smoky Mountains, that I truly realized what they meant.

Just Doing My Thing

So I may be just a little wee bit dramatic.

Ok…so I am VERY dramatic.

Once when my sister fainted in church, instead of helping my mother place her limp body back up into the pew, I starting immediately shouting to the congregation, that was deep in prayer, that ” HELP! HELP! MY SISTER IS DYING!!!!!”

Of course she wasn’t dying, and I drew more attention to the situation than my mother or sister wanted, but it is just who and what I am.

Fa La La….Bah Humbug

“It’s the most WONDERFUL time of the year……”

Oh how I wish I could sing that song with the meaning it is intended. Instead I find myself in the same old Conundrum I face each and every December:

I love Jesus….but I LOATHE Christmas. (I totally stole that statement from a Facebook friend yesterday)

Christmas brings forth all kinds of feelings in me, and sadly, none of them are jolly. Stress, anxiety, regret, bitterness, and loneliness all seem to rear their ugly heads each and every year, beginning around Halloween.

Adulting: It is Overrated

Adulting is hard.

Can I get an Amen?

There are days I sit at my desk and I think to myself, “I wish I still had my Barbies to play with.” Playing with Barbie and all those friends was WAY more exciting than my life.

I mean Barbie gets up every morning with perfect body, perfect hair, and a flawless wardrobe. She gets into her spiffy little Barbie sports car….and she is off to some exotic job in the world of fashion or finance.

Where My Heart Is

Isn’t it amazing how you can see a word your whole life and think you understand the meaning of it fully, only to find that your whole life you have been sadly mistaken?

Treasure.

As I stared at the word for what seems like an eternity today, I realized that right now, at the ripe ole age of ***gulp** 41 I finally realized what the true meaning of the word is.