writing to remember
Bitter old woman
Cowardly elder man
Skeptical, empowered Misses
Lonely, not-sure-if-he’s-a-Mister
Hardened party-girl
Driven, young millionaire
Homeless, enslaved to heroine
Lost and scared teen- baby on the way
All the poor,
broken,
forgotten.
All the crippled,
drooling,
loud,
misunderstood.
All the liars
the thieves
the betrayers
the deceived.
Jesus came for you.
Hey, I'm Sheila, glad you're here. A little about me: I'm a 40-something woman, wife, mom, RN, soap maker and wannabe suburban homesteader. I think better when I write. I've kept a journal since I was 9 and started blogging over 10 years ago. I'm introverted, but I love people. I'm curious but shy. I'm contemplative and easily distracted. I feel deeply and know numbness. I want to make things right and I'm learning to let go. I wax poetic sometimes and often don't know what to say. It's complicated. It boggles me that I am Christ's and he is mine. I gaze into the heavens and the Heaven-Maker's words, remember the hard things, fight depression, and long for home and King. View all posts by Sheila Dougal
Sheila Dougal