I’m so glad you stopped by today, I love seeing your smiling faces and hearing your comments. What do you think of my new graphic for Wordless Wednesday? Pretty Silly? What do you think would fit better? I’m very open for ideas! Melinda
there is something beautiful about feeling your fingertips, caressing my bare back while oh my love you reside in my embrace . there is something beautiful about feeling the weight of you lying oh, just so warmly over me and recognizing, at that very moment wherein i’m met w your homely gaze that oh my […]there is something beautiful — . . .
Twisting through the infinite loops
Inside my brain
I find there are no boundaries
If there are indeed no boundaries
Then perhaps that explains a lot
It explains why, sometimes, I cannot find what I’m searching for
Why my creativity is lackluster
Why I cannot write
On the plus side of this quandary
Infinite loops will, by definition,
Come back around
At least, I hope so
It is time to perfect your parent “poker face.” Your child will face many unfamiliar tests and procedures. They will watch you to gauge their response. If you are cool, they will be cool. If you grimace or flinch they will notice. If you show fear in any way through body language, they will not hear your words.
Children learn body language before words. They still rely on it heavily, especially when they do not understand the words. Terms used by medical folks mean nothing to them. If electrodes are referred to as a “pretty wire ponytail” they will not seem like something sharp or dangerous.
Patience is required for young patients. NEVER force or rush a procedure. If you do, there will be more issues down the line. Fear will never be your friend…or theirs. Prepare them as thoroughly as possible BEFORE the appointment.
The book All Eyes…
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“Wounded healers aren’t born or made. They create themselves by transforming their pain into power, and adversity into strength. They understand the value of facing the shadows and transmuting them into light. They help lost wounded souls find help. They help them find healing. They help them find hope.” – Unknown
All of us carry wounds and scars. But these wounds and scars don’t have to define us.
We can still choose the direction of our life. We can choose what we’ll do with these life experiences.
And when we’ve faced the shadows and walked towards the pain, and done the hard work … the intense, life-changing work … we can help other people who are on this journey, too.
We can be an inspiration – for they see that we survived.
I’m not the savviest author on the planet. I seem to do everything upside down and backwards. It took me months after publishing my first novel to build author pages on Amazon and Facebook. And I have yet to figure out the intricacies of creating a Facebook ad. I’ve begun to believe I’m not the […]Kindle Unlimited — Praying for Eyebrowz
As a young girl I experienced frequent terrible sleep paralysis which I since learnt can be a sign of demonic oppression. I would just know things via my “sixth sense” and often felt the presence of something unseen. In my teens I bought a psychic bible, crystals, angel, fairy and tarot cards and white witchcraft books. […]From witchcraft, depression and partying to salvation and peace in Christ Jesus! Cora’s testimony — Spiritually Safe
Were you waiting for my dreaded Sunday post?
A bit late but it’s here.
So Sunday started decently as usual.
Older went to Sunday school, husband went for a bike ride on his own. We picked up older early to take him to a friend’s kiddo birthday.
Initially I was supposed to take older and husband was supposed to stay home with toddler. Toddler decided he wanted to come too so husband had to come too. He was not happy.
We got to the party, a bit late, and older refused to come in. Younger started crying that it was too loud.
My kids are clearly not party animals.
I was able to calm toddler down and we were able to go in. Older stayed out with husband trying to convince him to come in.
To my surprise it only took me 10 minutes to accept to come in.
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On Sunday morning I accompanied my 16-year-old granddaughter to the airport to catch a flight home to Illinois. I didn’t leave the airport until her plane was in the air just in case they had to return to the gate. After the plane pulled away from the gate a harried looking couple came running to […]Late to the Gate — Praying for Eyebrowz