The thing about suffering is that we often believe that we are the only ones who have ever known pain. No one else’s pain or trials could compare to our own. Perhaps it’s that tiny part of us that want our stories to be listened to but at the very least, acknowledged. In my own …
Tilling the Soil
My Daddy always had a garden when I was growing up. It started off as a small garden but over the years he expanded it down towards the woods by our house. It eventually became two large gardens that intersected one another. Every spring and fall he would pull out his old Snapper walk behind …
Villains and Victors
When I think about the times in my life when I’ve been hurt the most by another person, it’s not the kind of person most people would imagine. It’s not a monster of a person, skulking around in the shadows ready to throw a crowbar into your forehead. No, in my experience it has been …
Sisters By Choice
Mama never had a sister, only two brothers. She was the baby of the family and raised around rough and tumble boys. They were much older when she was born so she grew up following in the footsteps of her dad and brothers, learning things like the mechanical workings of tools. These were things that …
Fiercely Independent
Fiercely independent. Those are two words that I would use to describe my mom. Although she's going to be 82 years old this year, she has an independent streak of a 21 year old. I've always admired that about her but not seen it so much in myself. Perhaps I have been somewhat independent in …
Revive Yourself
Being introspective is not for the faint of heart. If we’re doing a good job of it, we have to be able to look at all the parts of ourselves. And, then be willing to call ourselves out on the things that no longer serve us well. Lately, I’ve found myself hoping and praying for …
Fragility
I’m sitting in a hospital room listening to the whizzing noise of a bi-pap machine. The room smells clean and sterile, and the air is cool. I hear voices in the hallway and carts rolling by with nurses hurrying to take care of their patients. The seconds on the clock tick slowly by and the …
Restless
Recently being sick I had some long restless nights. I couldn’t find a comfortable sleeping position to save my life. It didn’t stop me from tossing and turning in hopes that I could find the rest I so desperately sought. At times, I would find myself walking through the house simply hoping to have some …
My Words
Sometimes we never know how the kindness that we give will ever be returned to us. That’s why we should always choose kindness over anything else. Who wants meanness and grumpiness returned? Lord knows I don’t. I may not always throw kindness like confetti but for the times that I do, I can only pray …
Messpot Diaries 