If my life had a tagline, it would be #complicated.
Sometimes, it might be #gentle and #mild.
But it would never be #overbearing and #rude.
It might be #fierce and #courageous one day
And #meek and #hesitant the next.
It could even be #growing and #growling
But it hopefully wouldn’t be #biting and #gnashing.
Although it will always be #repenting and #forgiving, #forgiven and #purified.
And it would definitely always be
#JACKEDUPLIKEEVERYONEELSE
But yet #savedbygracealone.
For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.
Grief has so many aspects; sometimes, it’s just hard to keep up.
And when death has hit three years straight, the emotional roller coaster is full of surprises.
Today, it’s just hard.
And heartbreaking.
And enraging.
Hard because there’s so many shattered pieces, and nothing can be mended.
Heartbreaking because there’s so much lost, and nothing can be reconciled.
Enraging because there’s so much stolen, and nothing can be returned.
If perspectives remain only on the loss, the heart becomes sick, and the soul becomes hopeless.
Despair will settle in like a long and bitter cold rain.
But hope remains.
The only Hope that can be grasped.
Eternity is not bound in this day and time.
Destiny is not restrained by this hour and by the ticking of the clock.
Mortality is not for the Everlasting One nor for those who serve Him.
So, look up not down.
Look forward not behind.
The minutes are coming faster and soon will end and then,
True life will just begin again.
Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed— in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written: “Death is swallowed up in victory.” “O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory?”
I spend the majority of my time with the loves of my life: my husband and our two sons.
We have the most fun together, either all together, individually, or even broken up into pairs.
We love to travel, or hike, or to take a road trip, or take a walk, or go shopping, or find a great restaurant, or maybe just sit for a spell, telling stories, pondering the mysteries of God, comparing notes on the Lord of the Rings, or simply hanging out doing nothing at all.
Just being together is what counts. And although, each of us are so very different from the other, we’ve always been a very tight knit family. But as they grow, those days are coming to change very soon.
And my heart gets a bit sad every time I think about it.
Yet, I know it is meant to be, and I know it’s bittersweet.
It is meant to be because every parent wants their child to always be moving forward in life, never crippled, never wounded, or just stuck in one phase.
It is meant to be because every parent wants to see their children flourish, succeed, and fly like an eagle into their adult life, learning, growing and soaring into his own.
It is exciting because we want them to be strong men, independent, and confident in who they each are called to be. We raised them this way, and they are boldly approaching the goal.
It is exciting because we want to see them explore and experience all the thrills, all the joys, we once did and so much more.
It is bittersweet because I know as these days draw closer, they will fly; they will flourish, and one day, they will find the girl of their dreams. Then, they will begin their own families, their own lives.
It is bittersweet because this mama’s heart will miss them so and long for one more hug, another spontaneous, late night chat, an unexpected trip to the store “just to get a few things” and have some extra individual time together.
It is heartwarming because as you realize they’ve got what it takes to make it, and not just to survive but to thrive, you realize they really did hear you. They really did receive.
It is heartwarming because you know the two of you, husband and wife, now will have a rediscovery of each other. You’ll have opportunities for time renewed that has been shared for decades, and now, it’s just the two of you.
Yes, it is meant to be, and it is bittersweet.
And yet, it is both exciting and heartwarming.
Change is coming, and it’s coming so fast.
It will be upon us before I am truly ready.
So for now, I will be present in the moment.
I will cherish the past and look expectantly toward the future.
But I will continue to savor my overspent time with my loves right here, right now.
And I will continue spending my most valuable moments with the loves of my life.
For this is where I long to be most, second only to being by my Savior’s side. But that story will be saved for another day’s writing…
Right now, I’m going to get back to where I love to spend most of my time…❤️
Therefore if there is any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any affection and mercy, fulfill my joy by being like-minded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind.
My journey didn’t stop with mere time travel or writing; it led me to become one of the most sought-after empaths, a soulful psychic who reads the hidden depths of the human spirit. I’ve been blessed—or perhaps burdened—with an ability that allows me to feel the emotions of people from every corner of time.
I am a licensed psychologist based in Greece. My love for housekeeping has inspired me to create this blog about home management and family relationships. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing!
Dedicated to movie nerdom, nostalgia, and escape. In the late 90s, I worked at Blockbuster Video where they let me take home two free movies a day. I caught up on the classics and reviewed theatrical releases for Denver 'burbs newspapers and magazines. Today, while raising two young, beautiful daughters with my amazing wife, I look forward to anything rated R and not Bluey. Comments and dialogue encouraged!
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