Being numb To being hurt For it’s familiar… ~Susan McMillan (Can a heart get used to being hurt?)
We got up early this morning and headed down to Baylor hospital for my annual cancer exam. For 7years now, we have made this a family affair. Even though it’s a dreaded exam, somehow we manage to find beauty amidst everything. We laugh and reminisce on the exams past. How time has flown by and…… Continue reading Cancer floor waiting room
Perhaps We as a world are hurting Perhaps We as a people are bleeding Perhaps We as a nation are crumbling Perhaps We can still heal. ~Susan McMillan.
Since my fight with cancer, I have made it a point to keep my body as clean as I know how or I am able to. Prior to having cancer, I was never into all the “crazy healthy” or in this case “detox” kind of stuff. I honestly used to think the woman I am…… Continue reading Drinking My Dirt; Diatomaceous Earth
What if I let you see the thorns That sit silently in this heart Or the needles that painfully poked me To loss for words? What if I revealed the the blood tainted Tears that have sat for ages like a Stagnant Pond baring deadly bugs? What if the scars you see are much deeper …… Continue reading Surrender
Dear mama, I wrote a “script” For your obituary A well deserved Note for the world To know you From me . Mama, A beautiful creation; God’s child Gentle soul Kind being Rich heart With love to give A smile to share A friend A lover; Daring to outshine “Romeo and Juliet” Mother of 4…… Continue reading The obituary
Broken past Bound by grace Building nations Without a notion Of oil and water Black and white But God’s grace For His people . Christ as the foundation, Cry beloved nation Cry beloved Children Cry beloved people For His Grace is sufficient To heal our nation. Susan McMillan A cry for our nation