by Sandra Allen Lovelace @SandraALovelace #WallflowerWomen #TimetobeYOU! Trauma, like grief, is neither followed nor relieved by an automatic, one-and-done process. Neither do we or our lives spring back on their own to a previous, peaceful stage. Incidents or episodes, phases or seasons that threaten and overwhelm our physical, mental and spiritual well-being sweep us away,…
by Sandra Allen Lovelace @SandraALovelace #WallflowerWomen #TimetobeYOU! The rash appeared out of nowhere. Something I’d never seen on my body. First the dots took over my right forearm, then the left. Then they popped up on my shoulders and started to move up my neck. I’m getting itchy writing the description.
by Sandra Allen Lovelace @SandraALovelace #TimetobeYOU! Kristi’s head was spinning, and her heart was barely beating. So much devastation. The wildfires weren’t satisfied to reduce her home to a pile of ashes, she and her husband had to evacuate so fast that little beyond the clothes on their backs remained. Pete hadn’t been able to…
by Sandra Allen Lovelace @SandraALovelace #WallflowerWomen You wake up in a sweat with sheets wrapped around you like duct tape restraints. Uncertainty and Consequences chased you down a dark alley and demanded “Your money or you life” at the point of a .357 Magnum. You gave them all you had, but they weren’t satisfied so…
by Sandra Allen Lovelace @SandraALovelace #WallflowerWomen Sometimes I identify with the Hebrew slaves in Egypt. No matter how hard they tried or how hard they worked, their circumstances never eased and they couldn’t find relief. As a matter of fact, their situation became increasingly unbearable. Life can…
It’s been a little while now and Naomi seems to be enjoying her time in North Carolina. She’s real happy about the warm temperatures and she’s got a life-giving message to share.
Happy Third Friday, Everyone. It’s a treat to share this video message from my friend Naomi. She’s a wonderful travel companion and constant encourager. That is as long as she’s warm and dry.
How long had it been since she gave in to her gut … responded to the cue whispered on the inside? Surely more than a year. Or was it two? Just about the time she started making excuses for him. The noise from the party next door invaded the kitchen and shifted her mind to memories of the extravagant…
You lost it again. Whether you actually raised your voice or not, the damage is done. You slipped the reins of self-control and your bad attitude reared its ugly head. Like a wild stallion your piercing eyes, sharp tongue, body language broke their constraints and led the stampede of destructive words. Hopefully, realization dawns quickly. You…
