The Unique View

Last Thursday sitting at my desk, one of my lovely team mates Lauren came over with a birthday card for me to sign. I signed it and told her, next time she can sign my name.  I work from home four days a week and in the office one day a week so I miss many office events. My comment sparked a song to jump in my spirit called, Sign Me Up, and it goes like this: Sign me up for the Christian Jubilee Write my name on the role I’ve been changed since the Lord has lifted me I wanna be, ready when Jesus comes Cause when he comes The trumpet will surely sound When he comes The saints in Christ shall rise My heart is fixed My mind is made up I wanna be ready when Jesus comes. At 6:45 am, this gave me a pep in my step, God's word does that to me.  Those of you who visit my blog or are friends with me on Facebook know that I live with a chronic illness and many days are not good days. This song is another reminder that no matter the storm, we want to go through it EXPECTIN

We are well into the new year. We have made new strides, added new goals, and dumped the trash of things that no longer serve us. Yes, we are off and running.  Are you out of breath yet? Have you taken a pause wondering, what were you thinking? I am sure somewhere along the way, you have had a touch of doubt, frustration, and even aggravation. Don't you dare give up. You got this. I have to tell myself this at every turn of my day. Living with a chronic illness is exhausting. Striving to make a difference everyday is even more exhausting when you do not feel your best. Though I do not look like what I walk with, I keep bouncing. I often hear God whisper, do not grow weary in well doing. I have to pause and offer up praise because it is a reminder that He knows. God knows exactly how we feel even if we don't verbally express it. He knows. And with that, we must rise up to the occasion, square our shoulders and lift our heads up high, because we got it. This reminds me of

Everywhere you turn, there is the evidence that love is in the air. One day out of 365 days, many are running around trying to find that perfect gift that says, I love you. In the late 1920’s, 7 gangsters were killed in Chicago, Illinois. The day was, February 14, 1929 to be exact. This day was called, The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre now called the sweetest day of the year. When I was much younger, I loved this time of the year. I too was one of many who ran around trying to find that perfect gift for those that I wanted to show love. As I have gotten older and have come to learn in greater awareness what love is and what it is not, I no longer feel compelled to make my mark with a particular trinket or treat. While I was going about my tasks today, I watched people and a thought came to me. On Valentine’s Day, so much love will be shown and in the next day, hatred, anger, and abuse will be the morning cup. A slap in the face, a punch, a cross word will replace the, I love you

I have walked through some very dark times personally and emotionally.  Millions suffer from depression and there are several degrees of depression. There is no one set experience. Families have been impacted by suicide, murder of a loved one, an addictions as a result of depression not being addressed. Many have gotten comfortable wearing that mask because this is how they have conditioned themselves to survive.  Though I still suffer from time to time, I am much more aware of the signs and have a better handle on swinging that thing back over to a position of peace. No anxiety. No conversations about how bad this or that is. No pealing scabs from the many scars for them to bleed all over again, taking longer to heal. Can you relate? As I get older and lean towards that senior discount, I have learned many valuable lessons that have helped me grow, heal, and rejoice while in the storm of depression. And in my growing, I have had the pleasure of ministering to those who desire