Journaling:
I feel like the little girl I am in the picture. I’m laying here unable to quiet my mind. Two years ago I was numbly sitting on the side of my bed coloring a flower picture for my Mom and feeling as though the world had ended. I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t cry anymore and I could not sleep. I still can’t believe she’s gone. I felt the ugly cry well from deep inside of me so many times tonight - but God’s grace and the love of Michael and Melissa pushed it away by their love. So many times these past two years I have wanted to share things with her, to hug her, to call her, and the fact that she’s just not there frankly still shocks me. I’m sad she is not seeing Melissa grow into the beautiful young lady she knew Melissa would be one day. I’m sad she never saw me waking up from my depressed stupor and start taking care of myself again - wearing my makeup again and stylish, feminine clothes. I’m sad she never got to see our house and see us settled and happy. I’m sad she never got to share in the joy of Michael’s job and the joy it brings to our family. I wish I had woken up sooner so that we could have shared the happiness of transformation an growth in the Lord. She used to say “if wishes were horses, beggars would ride...”I sure hope if there’s a way, that God will somehow let her see all the good times and changes she missed in our lives.
ohhh my lovely....... the page is gorgeous beautiful lined design, gorgeous touches amazing shadows....and then the journaling gets me in that way that my heart feels at once with yours..... but I would say, even though maybe common, the phrase "everything happens for a reason:" is true, so true. Not only that, but the timing, even though it may seem of to you that timing could have been better....in the future you will look back and understand hi it had to happen when it did. The page is amazingly stylish, gorgeous touches, and the journaling takes it up a level.... love it!!!!!
This is so lovely and heartbreaking and hopeful all at the same time. I don't quite have the words, but I feel you and I know your mother would be so happy to see how you are doing now.
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