Monthly Archives: November 2015
Wow! I would like to sincerely thank Candice Wilkinson for such a warm & lovely review of “Running in Heels” .
Last month, I attended the funeral of a co-worker’s daughter. She was only twenty-seven years old. A beautiful soul, inside and out. She and her mother were connected to the hip. As a mother myself, I could only imagine the thoughts rolling around in this mother’s head, the depth of the pain in her heart, the weight of the burden upon her shoulders, and the hundreds of unanswered questions that most likely wanted to consume her.
This week, I attended yet another funeral of the untimely death of a mother’s child. This son was just twenty-two years old and had even served in the military. He was his mother’s pride and joy: strong, handsome, charming; his whole life ahead of him. To witness the pain in this mother’s eyes, touched me with every fiber of my being.
For these families, I imagine there will be many tomorrows before the pain eases.
I don’t care how tough you think you are, a parent having to bury their child will bring anyone to their knees! For a parent to have to bury a child, it is a bitter pill to swallow. A myriad of emotions run rampant. The mind replays a flood of memories. The inner voices and screams cry out in despair and in utter darkness in mid day!
For this tragedy to have happened to these families – any family – my heart grieves for them. But especially for the mother. I can only fathom the sheer loneliness of a mother’s heartbeat for the loss of her child, no matter what age. Surely, every tear that escape serves as an expression of a genuine love embedded in a mother’s heart for a lifetime, more so than the nine months she carried that child in her womb.
I’ve asked myself why many times. But I think I know the reason why I tend to weep upon hearing the first sound of a newborn’s cry. I am reminded that a little miracle came out of me! A fresh start. New beginnings. Those cries remind me of that special moment in time where I first felt pure joy, hope, and thanksgiving. I am awaken to a sea of memories of the dreams and plans for this gift of a new life after giving birth. As fate would have it, not every dream comes to fruition, not every wish becomes a reality. There are many joys and sorrows in caring for children. But I imagine no sorrow can compare to having to say goodbye to your little one (young or old), knowing that it should have been the other way around.
I hurt for these mothers. Although they may never get over the loss of their child, I pray in time, they will get through it.
With Thanksgiving around the corner
and Christmas soon after,
’tis the season for giving and receiving!
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I’m constantly being asked, “What’s next?” The more I hear of other ladies’ stories of survival, the more I feel their voices need to be heard. My plan is to interview some of these survivors of domestic violence and abuse and have their stories heard. I am desiring women (or men) who have healed and moved on to a better place in spite of what they’ve been through, from those who are not bitter but better. Stories that will inspire and help others who may be going through a difficult situation and feel hopeless.
I’d like to introduce you to my new gorgeous friend, Crystal Martin: She is a devoted wife and a fit mother of 4. A corporate woman. An entrepreneur. An advocate for domestic violence survivors. Last night, I had the privilege of interviewing her and was blown away by her incredible story of survival! I am happy to say she is a total woman: healed, stronger, and quite successful, today because of everything she’s been through.
I am thrilled that she will be a part of my next writing project – a compilation of stories about women who have survived domestic violence in an abusive marriage. These stories need to be told, their voices need to be heard. It is our desire that these testimonies, experiences, and life lessons will serve to truly help and inspire anyone who may still be in an abusive relationship. To let them know that they are not alone and hopefully will see that they, too, can move forward and know that they can let go of that victim and limited mindset and lifestyle and come out a better person in spite of what they’ve been through.
Should you be someone (male or female) who has a story of hope and survival to share, I just may include you in my next book! After our interview, if you’d rather remain anonymous, you may do so. Please contact me.
Remember: God loves you just the way you are, He loves you too much to leave you that way!