First, I am the proud matriarch of a multicultural family of eleven. I love my husband of 52 years. Dennis and I delight in our five grandchildren ages 5-21. I skipped over mentioning our children (isn't that what grandparents do?) and children-in-law, but I love them too. Thankfully we all get along quite well!
In the past few years, I have taken up gardening. Not that anything much grows. but digging my hands in the soil makes for great therapy. And so, does laughter. My children taught me to laugh at myself when they were little. So, I try to laugh at myself as often as possible. And if I don't, the kids will point out why I should.
I do not have a college degree, but I do have a degree in how to handle adversity without losing my mind. Lots of testing in 2020 as it has been for all. But I am happy to report that so far, I have been on the Dean's List every semester this year!
But kidding aside, I am compelled to write from a Spirit moved by hope and encouragement, because God (the Dean) has done so much to heal my, mostly self-inflicted, emotional wounds. And so, I find that the hurts of life and the common, everyday happenings often inspire a meaningful story, poem, or devo, which blossoms with colorful words to sprinkle on a blank page. Healing is the result.
I believe that God allows, both, the beautiful events, and the difficult challenges in our lives to get us from the "milk" of belief to the "meat." Then with surrender and thanksgiving to God, we are humbly are able to share our "soul food" with others so that they may grow in power and grace in God's timing. Sharing is caring!
P.S. My modest backyard garden actually does boast success with fragrant herbs, a papaya tree, and a pineapple plant in process.