My attempt to blog the everyday gifts throughout the month of May was thwarted by a lack of signal last night. So today's gift is a stronger signal that lasts more than a few seconds. :)
As for yesterday, there were so many gifts to be thankful for...
Safe travels.
Remembering my jacket.
Wonderful traveling buddies.
Family time.
Seeing my niece's art at the art show.
A bed to stretch out on.
All this and what Alex said to me first thing in the morning..."Mom, you rock!"
Today I was able to spend part of the morning at a fundraiser for my cousin and her husband who are missionaries with Mercy Ships/Mercy Vision. Saw so familiar faces, friends, and family!
The afternoon was shared with family at Grandpa Miller's house. It was good to visit with him even though it was so hard without Grandma there with us.
The day ended at Mom's house, a few games played, then snuggled on the couch with my youngest. He fell asleep beside me. Not often does this happen anymore.
20 more days of birthday season...what will the days hold? Cannot wait to find out!
"But God has surely listened and has heard my prayer." Psalm 66:19 As one who has struggled with weight all of my life, seeing the ups and downs in jean sizes became my reality. I would lose some pounds only to face a stressor in life and see them return and bring friends along for the ride. I spent years believing lies, yet secretly hoping for a better reality. Lies that I am not capable of overcoming my sweet tooth and that I am just not the workout type, topped the list. I have never really lacked self esteem or self confidence; I know who I am. However, I know from personal experience, others define me by what they first see. Having been a plus-size lady for years, I was treated differently, intentionally or not, when I dropped pounds. My health journey to where I am today began back in 2010. It is amazing that things do not happen accidentally, even if they seem to in the beginning. Actually, as the pieces of my story have come together, this story begins w
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