Tough Truths ~ Mine Are My Own

And Yours Are Not the Same as Mine-


 Remembering 

August  18, 2013

His last major project for me

Embracing Tough Truths   
 http://anewseason.net/widows-might/embracing-tough-truths/

Comments/in A Widow's Might, faith, finally healing, purpose in brokeness /by Katie -

My soul, oh Lord, is still! It’s still with real awareness that You made me for more than this mess. Than the mess of …. (uncertainties) of weariness and restlessness.

My soul is still, oh Lord, because I’m making my mess of a life matter.

No, Lord, it’s not me. YOU ARE making my mess meaningful! -   http://anewseason.net/widows-might/embracing-tough-truths/

Quickly - Put Those Amazing Thoughts Down Before They Are Forgotten-

On the Road Again

to 

Home-

Time to allow my mind to amble...ponder without goals

Without Boundaries

Let's Talk

About Home

Front Porches,

Rocking Chairs And Porch Swings

( ALL  Southern Things )

Does anyone recall the conversation (post) 

Challenging ourselves to consider  what  the word

HOME 

means?

Just allow me a few moments to search past posts and I will have total recall.

(Insert smirking here)

Home is recognizing twists and turns in the country roads, recalling who lived there & - things that happened here.

Home feels like Good memories, Sad Memories and snapshots in time all filed away in our personal memory banks

Home feels like being remembered

Home feels like being accepted, Valued, Appreciated, even Treasured

Home feels like a good fit

Home has an open door..another rocker on the porch . an extra plate set at the table -

and a bed that can be readied for unexpected company

Home is  conversations that begin with "Remember when?"

Home feels like "Us"...

Home: the ultimate Group Hug