This made me tear up a little when I read it...
What is coming is better than what is gone.
I started this blog soon after the death of my beautiful 17-year-old son, Hayden, as a way to deal with my grief. I titled it "Dear Hayden" because at first I wrote as if I was writing to him. My use of the word "dear" ended up being twofold: "used as an affectionate or friendly form of address" and "regarded with deep affection; cherished by someone." Many posts are saved quotes, song lyrics, Bible verses, poems, etc. with credit given to the actual authors as much as possible. Enjoy~
Saturday, February 2, 2019
A full heart
I am not perfect. I say stupid things sometimes. I laugh when I'm not supposed to. I have scars left by people who did me wrong. I'm a little crazy, and probably won't change. Love me or not. But I make you one promise, that if I love you, I do it with a full heart.
Friday, February 1, 2019
Picky
If you knew how hard
it was and how long it took
to rebuild my little universe
of peace and happiness then
you would understand why
I'm so picky about who
I allow in my life.
Her heart
Her heart is so large that she doesn't even know how to give up on people, even when they deserve it.
Gradually
I think this was posted in response to the recent changes in abortion laws...
by Joni Eareckson Tada
And gradually, though no one remembers exactly how it happened, the unthinkable becomes tolerable. And then acceptable. And then legal. And then applaudable.
by Joni Eareckson Tada
And gradually, though no one remembers exactly how it happened, the unthinkable becomes tolerable. And then acceptable. And then legal. And then applaudable.
Sometimes
Sometimes you have to keep your good news to yourself.
Everybody is not genuinely happy for you.
My note: I learned this the hard way, many times over...
That kind of power
She's been through hell and came out, an angel.
You didn't break her, darling.
You don't own that kind of power.
You didn't break her, darling.
You don't own that kind of power.
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