6.29.14

Sometimes I feel like the woman in Mark 5:25-34. If I could just kneel at God’s feet and he holds my head and tells me I am his. He won’t let my past hinder my present. I would be a new person.

7.1.14

Forget me not.
I can remember things if I try hard enough. I remember the beautiful red dress that made me feel like Cinderella. I am pretty sure I took his breath away. I remember him telling me in his car that he was falling in love with me. I wonder sometimes if it were a dream. Was I a bad wife or mother to run away? To totally shutdown when things got hard? Am I so immature and dense? Will I ever move on and truly find myself? Will I be an old maid who everyone thinks is crazy? I just don’t know anymore.