I chase the moments that continuously catch my passion on fire. I’ve heard these times referred to as thin spaces. Referring to when the space between us and God is thin. Like having a baby, getting married, achieving the unachievable, surviving cancer, etc. They close the gap between us and God—not a bad place to be if you ask me…
Read MoreI can’t tell you how many times I come across people that say things like, “I’m ripe and ready for counseling, but I can’t get it.” It’s like we live in a vineyard full of mature grapes with no one to pick them. The grape pickers are trained and ready to start a pickin.’ They have the gloves, the machines, the know-how; but, they’re glued to their chairs; only able to pick the grapes within a 3-foot radius of them…
Read MoreHave you ever thought about how life could have been? Of course, you have. We all do. But, do you dwell on this like an ex-lover does “the song?” As the philosopher Plato proposes, is there a parallel universe wherein your perfect self has front row tickets watching you continuously screw things up? I can imagine my split-self now, “what’s wrong with you man? Awesome is spelled A-W-E-S-O-M-E, not Ausome. I literally just tried to spell awesome on my phone for 5 minutes. Never once did I start with Awe…Wow…
Read MoreSo, I ended up jumping in the car, putting all of my concerns for safety/sanity on ice, packing the boy and his brother, and set sail for Oklahoma. I wasn’t going to let my Paps die alone! Not without my blessing anyway…
Read MoreIf you are the parent or caretaker of someone with autism, you may be like me and must fight off resentful feelings at every turn. I’ll admit, by nature, I tend to hold grudges. Maybe it was the way I grew up. Maybe it’s something in my brain. Whatever the cause, I’ve had to fight off the unhealthy craving to harbor resentments for most of my life. And when it comes to revolving my life around Autism, I especially struggle…
Read MoreI’m sick of hearing people project onto others what their version of forgiveness is. “You haven’t forgiven me or else you’d have never brought it back up.” Or, “if you’d truly forgiven me, you’d condone my excuses, etc…
Read MoreMy father-in-law (one of my dearest friends) is slipping in and out of consciousness and is confused, gasping for air, has swollen feet, and the like. All signs that Heaven is beckoning him home, soon. I wish I could say that I was there for him, but the reality of having a severely special needs child prevents this from being true. This post is for “Real” eyes only…
Read MoreYears ago, in the middle of my agoraphobic, social phobic, depressed state, you could’ve never convinced me that healing from mental illness was possible, probable even. Like a tornado crushes a trailer park, mental illness ravaged my entire life. And I couldn’t see beyond the swirling debris the tornado of mental illness was tossing all around me…
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