She Stands

This is  the Kerri I knew back in high school. The cheerleader whose bright and bubbly character brought her beauty to a level I could only hope for. Bright, intelligent, spunky and full of life, it is was those qualities she held that  would draw you in with just a smile.  Little did Kerri know that not only would she be a cheerleader for our believed high school , but she would later in life become one for her son. Kerri's son was born in 2006 three months premature. He was placed in NICU where he would live the first nine months of his life with a trach, vented and on oxygen,which would continue to be for the first two and half years of his precious little life.  As a mom,  a cheerleader in her own right, Kerri begged, bargained and pleaded with God for the life of her child as she watched him struggle to survive.  During this time of struggle Kerri lost her home and her husband. Living far from her family in a different state, K...

My path in life appears to be on a change of course.  A directional shift.... An uprooting of the familiar and a journey of the unknown..... Removal from where I am to positioning me where I need to be..... Emotionally and physically. I did not anticipate or see the impending changes and to be honest I did not ask for them.  I have been pretty content in my little happy place, why change it? The irony of it all is our daddy God never leaves us where we are in life, including our content little happy places.  It is there we become complacent and stagnant. When our growing stops and our lives become dry. And then there are those times when all hell breaks loose and our path becomes covered in darkness.... When everything that was so right becomes a storm right in front of your eyes. A storm sent  to blind our vision.... To batter our hearts..... To break our spirit...... And shake us to our core. I don't know about you,...

It seems I am constantly reevaluating myself lately. My choices..... My dreams..... My words and actions.  Do I love enough? Do I support and encourage as I should? Do my words speak life to others???  Am I being the best parent, sister, daughter and friend I can possibly be? This is sadly a territory I have been in before.... It is rejection that pops his ugly head up from time to time voicing my failures and chanting my imperfections. I have found it to be true, it is when my struggles in life become over whelming the voices of my mistakes, past and present, come bearing full force..... They taunt me.... Mock me.... And attempt to knock and keep me down.  But notice I said " attempt"..... Over the years wisdom, Godly wisdom,  has replaced the voices of guilt, shame and rejection. I have my melt down moments. When my tears are greater than my smiles..... And my questions are more than answers. But that's ok..... I...