Bone tired

Thought:  Good time to write.

So freakin’ tired but defenses come down.  Good time to write.

To re-enforce.

The commitment to myself…and most of all to Him who has saved me.

I have learned a lot since Thanksgiving, when I thought a glass or two would be ok.

I’ve learned (and as I’m writing this, my mind is saying NO!!) that a glass or two will never work for me.  Much as I’ve prayed.  Begged, actually.  Lived.

Why?

‘Why have I begged for this?

Because I have ‘been’ through tough times, ‘seen’ tough times and just don’t care to ‘feel’ anymore.

Thank you very much.

Truth:  I need to go through tough times.  I need to see tough times.

And I need it ‘all’ for me to know Him and remember that all’s ‘going’ to be all right Mama.

Just like you said.

Thanks be to Him.

PS I chose this image because my mom was ‘all’ about being tan, big hair & glasses- she was the best mom.  In spite of all the challenges. Miss her so very much. 3/29/98