There will come a day
When I hear the birds
For a final time.
Will the clock still
Tick without me?
It did for you…
And now I sit
And wait for it
Each morning to
Somehow bring you
Back…
This clock
That was yours.
This time that is still ours somehow
Together…
The birds still chirp.
I think of you.
My past tells me there is nothing worse than family pain, but even worse than that is when it becomes public.
I remember trying very hard (in the moment) to not say or do anything I’d later regret, to rise above, and to grant forgiveness even though it was never asked for, even when I was being dragged through the coals unnecessarily or when I felt completely wronged. I stayed silent.
I said nothing in response to the character attacks, to the assassination that was me…
And I apologized for anything I could’ve done to deserve abandonment. And I stayed silent.
No one knew the truth. My truth. And I didn’t dare suggest it in order to not disrespect my family or out them in their privacy. Even though they ripped mine apart. I stayed silent.
In the end I apologized for things that I could’ve been accountable for, which were nill, but I did it anyway. I did it to reestablish the peace, not just for me, but for my household, the ones living amongst my pain and chaos. And then, I stayed silent.
After this was over, after I was forgiven, I never was afforded the same understanding. And I stayed silent.
It bothered me briefly, but I put it away and moved on…I stayed silent.
What I learned is that some people need to be understood in their own ignorance. That some people need left right where they are so that you can move on…
Some people will never get the opportunity to grow because they can’t allow themselves to see fault or accept any type of accountability or responsibility for their part that they played in anything.
And that is the true crime—the life that’s not lived. The stagnant soul. The one that refuses change. Change being the reason life’s worth living in the first place.
I’d rather be silent.
And love. And move on.
To have a Frenchie
Means Finding
The Ears
The Eyes
And the Blur
Of a Secret
Treat Stealer.
Jetta Joy,
Professional Snatcher,
Toy Lover/Destroyer
I used to be very overwhelmed. I suffered from what felt like a debilitating form of anxiety. There was never “just one” problem—the world seemed like it was my enemy.
When I started on a spiritual path to serve God, things changed. I was no longer depending upon myself, but giving it all to a power far greater than I was.
I’m no longer ill at ease when I work on my transformation—to be a living sacrifice to the God of my understanding.
I know now, that all I need is to be “willing.” God does for me what I can’t do for myself.
My uncle died sober—a goal for us all, but he was definitely one of us. He was truly one of the most amazing people I have ever met.
Years ago on Thanksgiving his wife, my aunt, committed suicide after being pulled over the night before for a DUI. No one knew of her struggles with alcoholism.
Years later, uncle Glenn came close to death when he wrecked his car and broke his neck.
He moved in with my mom and dad.
My dad, then a recovering alcoholic introduced him to the fellowship and the rest is history.
My father growing up was an awful alcoholic and it was a very tumultuous and secretively upsetting upbringing for both me and my brother.
Two years ago on April 21st I decided to tell my secret—that I too was an alcoholic. My father didn’t hesitate to show up at my door, big book in hand.
And that’s where and when I started my journey of recovery.
That’s when I became free.
That’s when I gave everything to a power much bigger than myself.
And to this day, I feel my aunt didn’t die in vain; I believe like ripples in a pond, I was saved.
Two years ago today, I decided to make some major changes in my life.
I have been inspired, challenged, worked, and motivated, to make ME a better me, not just for my own sake, but for those that love me and surround me.
I’ve learned many lessons, but the most important one is that I am part of a bigger existence. It’s not just all about me…and that my self will, will get me shorted each and every time.
I depend upon and pay homage to a Higher Power—My Life Force—the Master of Change and Forgiveness—My Creator.
And today, I know a new peace. A new serenity, and a new life.
Blessings. 💚
A light in the dark, could be you. Let your light shine! Share with others your story, experience, journey, and encourage unity in healing.
Be the person you were always meant to be.
Be kind. Be generous. Be loving.
Be a listener, who actively listens.
Be a guide, that motivates courage.
Be a supporter, that promotes change.
When you let love in, your ability to share is endless. And what you get in return is absolutely priceless! ❤️
We can change the world, because we can change ourselves.
“We say the battle is the Lord’s, but we stress like it’s ours. We say the battle is the Lord’s, but we worry like it’s ours. Now, we’ve wasted all of our strength worrying when we could have been worshipping. The battle is not yours. Give it back. Quit doing God’s job for Him. God wants His battle back. It came up from behind you. You can’t fight it, give it back. You can’t figure it out, give it back.
How do you give it back?
That’s a focus. That’s looking beyond what’s coming against you and looking toward Christ within you.
Greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world.” —Steven Furtick
I got a fortune cookie once that said, “not everyone will love the lover, but they’ll always be watching him.”
I think, there’s something to be said about that.
Loving isn’t always easy, but just as God renews us and our spirit each and every day, the gift of love will always be there.
Choose love. See what happens.
God is love. His love overflows.
Love…will NEVER die. ❤️
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stem rose
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you’ve been faithful
Oh, give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you’ve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
And everybody knows that it’s now or never
Everybody knows that it’s me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
When you’ve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe’s still picking cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows
And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it’s moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there’s gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows
And everybody knows that you’re in trouble
Everybody knows what you’ve been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it’s coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
Everybody knows
Songwriters: Leonard Cohen / Sharon Robinson
Everybody Knows lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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