Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Control - #SOL21


I really didn't know what to write for a Slice today. I could write about how haywire the school year has started off.

Or, how flipped upside-down my home life is right now.

But, for some reason I feel lead to write about control. 

In all the stuff going crazy in my life right now, I have one thing I can control. It's just about the ONLY thing I can control right now...meal prep.

I actually took the time to plan, shop, and prep breakfast and lunch for the week. 

For everything else, God is going to have to work it out.

Tuesday, August 24, 2021

In the Shadow of Addiction - SOL21

 In the Shadow of Addiction

(Originally published April 1, 2021)

After the first sip
then the next and the next and the next
fear and anxiety worn like a cloak
oh, that it was on invisibility

Prayers sent up
waiting and hoping and waiting and hoping and

Be. Ever. So. Quiet.
Do. Not. Awaken. The. BEAST
Hide yourself away from ITS distorted view
Behind closed doors

Cover-ups
Excuses, Excuses, Excuses
In The Shadow of Addiction
EVERYONE suffers the shame

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This poem was original written and published at a time when addiction was a distance thought...a thing to be reflected upon. Today, unfortunately, addiction is no longer a distant thought. It is a present thing in our lives.

This time, however, no fear, no anxiety!
Prayers are being sent up!
Hoping and Waiting are about all I can do.

Still being ever. so. quiet, but
This time,
To let God take control.



Tuesday, August 3, 2021

It Could Have Been Worse - #SOL21


View from outside the car.           View from inside the car.

Friday, July 30 - I got one of those phone calls no mom, no parent, no one for that matter, wants to get.

T: Mom, I am so scared and I don't know what to do!!!

Me: What happened?!!!

T: I'm on the highway and the car in front of me hit a piece of wood and it flew up and hit my windshield. There is glass all in my car. My windshield has a hole in it.

Me: Are YOU okay?!!

T: I'm shook up, but I'm okay.

...

Y'all, God protected my baby, and I'm giving HIM all praise and honor!!!