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Bloody Knees

A little panic filled my heart before speaking last night to parents of preschoolers in the public school and headstart.  Who am I to talk to folks about relationships?  Doubts began to pile up with rocks of regret.  Then... I shook it off.  Who am I?   I am an expert of the reality of my life and my journey.   

I'm proud of my bloody knees.  Knees bloody and bruised from falling on them and then staying there in prayer.  My hands rope burned from hanging on to God with all I have.  My failures have given me compassion and understanding.  The grace and mercy given to me by God and those around me have given me passion to share.  My victories have humbled me.  My memories sustain me and give me a vision and a dream and a desire to reach those mom's around me.

Lessons I've Learned.
*Build on Strengths.
*Accept myself, my husband and my boys for who we are.
*Let go of unrealistic expectations
*Touch, cuddle, play, hug, pray... Time well spent.
*BE WHO You are and don't let anyone take that away.
*Let kids be kids-to explore, have adventure and take risks.
*Be what is important to you
*DON'T BE ASHAMED OF YOUR PASSION
*Leave it all on the field!



Being the mom of my three boys is the reason I was made.


"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, 'WOW, what a ride!'"

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  1. Hills N ValleysJanuary 21, 2011 at 10:39 PM

    WISE WISE words! oh and consider yourself hugged!

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  2. Heather Ann GillJanuary 23, 2011 at 7:32 AM

    Thanks Joy! I need the hugs! Sending one your way as well!

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