Overcoming One Day At A Time

Do you know what your love language is? Focus on the Family has made it their mission to help marriages in ways not many others have found solid ground. Having been frustrated in long term relationships and then in my own marriage we sought out answers as to why we don't FEEL loved for years. Through counseling years ago, research and learning tools in our marriage we were able to pin point key reasons why we didnt show each other the love the way we interpret and need to be loved. After taking The test I found out my two love languages are Acts of Service and Quality Time. Acts of Service Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an "Acts of Service" person will speak volumes. The words he or she most want to hear: "Let me do that for you." Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their feelings don't ma...

Leaving room for God to move in your life.... Sometimes we don't realize how FULL of junk our room is until we start going through box, bookshelf, dresser, each layer laying out a part of our life currently, or from the past. I have a hard time letting go of things. I don't have much of anything of actual monetary value, but a lot of things I value that are taking up too much room in my room, my house, and my life. Sometimes we have to reevaluate the things we value and if they are really adding to our life or just taking up space. As I've mentioned I battle daily with chronic conditions that limit my functioning like most people. I have found sometimes these limitations to be a blessing because it has made me HAVE to stop moving. I have to let my body catch up to my mind and this is hard work for my body, a lot of times it never makes it where I feel like I should.  Something I realized is how much pressure I put on myself to be like everyone else, to go to all the mo...

I wrote this a few years ago but it still rings true.... I got awoken from my sleep to write to you... I dont know who this is for but I want to slap you!! Now that I have your attention, I want to slap everyone who h olds a cigarette to their mouth! I dont care who you are or how old you are or how long you have been smoking. My mom was only 47 when she was diagnosed with lung cancer. It starts on a cellular level to grow ten years prior to that. I want you to look at your kids, your bother, your sister and imagine them watching you helplessly on a ventilator fighting to survive. They stand there helpless while the drs come in and say they have done all they can do. The way you think your treatment will go, wont be that smooth. I want you to imagine your worst pain that you can imagine, being alive, somewhat awake but under enough that you cant speak. I want you to imagine your children praying and looking helpless deciding on if they should take you off the ventilator. “This wont ...