It was 10 years ago today I created this blog and made my 1st blog post.
Ten years ago, I worried when I started this, would I have enough to say? That thought makes me smile. Life provides countless stories and I am so, so grateful I did this. You see, this blog is a love letter to my daughters.
Ten years ago, when Brooke's dad died, she was so little and her and I were having hard conversations. I realized if it had been me that passed, would my girls really remember me? They may remember moments and photos, but they were kids, they wouldn't ever really know who I am as their momma and as a woman.
I had to capture life in words and stories, more than just photo snapshots, so they really remember. One day when I am gone and they start to forget, they have years worth of my voice and they can read about memories in vivid detail. They can read and hear their stories, my faith, my heart, my passions, my hopes and dreams, love and loss, and life. I want them to remember what I believe in and perhaps learn more about themselves along the way. DNA is powerful. I want them to know and remember who I am as a woman.
This is my voice and my mark and I have readers all over the world. To date there are 1,357 posts.
Most of all, I want them to remember how much I love them, on this side of heaven and I will be right there when they arrive, because this is... For My Girls.
January 19, 2011
A Fine
Line
I have
always said, there is a fine line between total honesty and personal
privacy.
I also believe there is a fine line between trusting God by
totally accepting what happens in my life is for
my plan and becoming a prayer warrior fervently praying
to petition and plea to God while declaring an all out prayer battle
against spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms ... fought in the only
place where it can be won - in prayer.
I have always been a prayer warrior, but I have recently learned the difference
between being a prayer warrior ... offering up millions of prayers and letting
go ... to praying fervently. There is a difference. Fervently to me
means, I'm not going to stop praying. Praying has power and maybe
fervently is the magic behind those powers when not giving up.
What if ... I didn't just let go of difficult situations? What if ... I
stood my ground, sought out God as desperately as I do now ... back then?
What if ... I hold the key to moving God's mighty hand through prayer and
dedication versus accepting and moving on?
When I pray fervently, I see change. What if ... I don't stop? Will
it break this cycle in my life?
Posted by ~ Dawn at 12:00 PM
