Limits

Limits-Speed
Whoa! Slow down there Milly Girl!

It is said, “Live Life without Limits.” Growing up my dad taught me, I had no limits. I could do or be anything I set my mind to. Recently, I discovered that line of thinking is not necessarily true…

Deep down, I knew it all along. I also denied it for most of my adult life. Even struggling with pain for the last fourteen years (has it been that long? Yeah I guess so). I did not accept limitations for myself.  I pushed through the pain. I told myself, “No pain, no gain!” And “Work through the pain!” Oh, and don’t forget the classic, “Mind over matter!”

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Confession Time

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Photo by Olivia Snow on Unsplash

Normally I don’t talk about my confessions to my Lord. I wasn’t going to post this but, a close friend said I needed to share this experience. She felt the Catholic confession was kept a secret and not explained well by Catholics she had known. She’s right. I do find it hard to describe experiencing the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Continue reading “Confession Time”

Crisis Mode

This morning, while on my way to my Lighthouse (Jesus and My Church), I was driving with what I call the big ball of pain in the sky (the Sun). I glanced at the Town lighthouse as I approached the bridge over the Intracoastal Waterway. “I’ll never see the light this morning.” I grumbled in my thoughts as I squinted through the brighter sunlight. Continue reading “Crisis Mode”

Tears

Tears
This how my Post started: Old School!

Tears of sorrow are what I think of first. But there are many other kinds of tears. Tears can be happiness, sadness, joy, frustration, relief, despair, gratitude, panic, peace, confusion, jealousy…I have felt all of these tears over the last year. I cried on Monday. These tears were none of those listed. I can say I never felt anything like these tears. So what are the tears I shed on Monday? Continue reading “Tears”

Imperfect Father’s Day

ImperfectFathersDayFathers have been on my mind a lot for the last couple of months. I am struggling with God as MY Father. My dad does not allow me the luxury of growing up. In his mind I am still a malleable 12-year old (not that this stubborn Milly was all that ‘malleable’ to begin with – too much like dad I would say). My dad is as imperfect as I am… Continue reading “Imperfect Father’s Day”