*This is the post I had written for yesterday, but was unable to post due to power outages. I woke this morning with a renewed sense of gratitude. It’s the little things… Bright lights held steadily on unmoving ceiling fixtures. The way it feels to quiet a chill in the night with a warm blanket.
When I was a little girl, I would fantasize, as I assume most little girls do, about my future family. I just knew that when I grew up, I would have two kids, a boy first and then a girl, and they would be exactly two years apart. I spent countless hours in the bathroom
So, I’m sure you’re sick of hearing about how I battle doubt every day, and quite frankly, I’m sick of feeling it. I wanted to write about something different than overcoming doubts today, so I made my vow to let down my net, spent my time with God, waiting for something to inspire me to write,
A few months back, I heard someone from outside the country say that in America, we don’t work to live, we live to work. She’s right. We are career obsessed. Our whole lives are centered around what job we have. We are judged by what we do for a living, by others and also by