Anchored To Hope

The weight of the world Today Bella was exhausted and sad and had a little trip down the stairs, she ran up to me and sat on the couch and exhaled  " huuuuug?"  So I scooped her up and gave her a cuddle, but a cuddle wouldn't suffice. She was tired and hurt, so I put my arm under her and picked her up, and again she let out another  big sigh and calmed down. Sometimes the weight of her little issues in life get to her, sometimes the ground is wet or she doesn't understand something ( like the road!!!!) so we grab her and lift her out of the place she is in. In time, we will teach her how to do that herself.  I know back when I first was really unwell when I had sammy 8 years ago, my Dad was Jesus in flesh to me. He literally kept me alive. He had me in the emergency room 3 nights in a row. I remember it being crazy busy and at one point his eyes welled with tears and he cried out to everyone:   " Somebody please help my baby ". Anxiety disor...

Happy Easter beautiful readers. Thank you for relentlessly taking this journey with me. To say it humbles me would be an incredible understatement. What an amazing time of year. Easter. The notion that what we believe isn't a story, but in fact a reality, and it begs us to re-evaluate the true state of happenings we are living in. One would dare say, a state of emergency. Isn't it so incredibly easy to have God in the background , and keep busy in our treasures we are storing on this earth, which ultimately have zero value. I find  One always  gives way to the other. I know for me, in the times when Jesus is so madly on my case ( well He always is, I just don't always want to listen ) I get this glimpse of what walking in the spirit of Jesus actually looks like. What my life should look like everyday. But I've got my own stuff to do, my own TV shows to obsess over, my own problems to mull over, my own children to take up my time. I segregate God and my life, li...