My Father's Daughter

{Reviving my old love of writing just for the fun of it... joining up again with Five minute Friday } We write for five minutes with no edits or do overs. We just write with a prompt for the love of the words. This week's word.. Define. Go... I JUST had a conversation with someone I love about what defines us. How careful we should be before we finish that thought. What defines you? Have you ever thought of that? If you had to write out a Miriam Webster's Definition, what would it be? If you have any social media profile at all, you may have had to think of this a bit to get some of who you are to fit in a little caption under your picture. But is that ever even really accurate? What defines me? I glance up at the title of my blog and I'm smiling. So many times I've gone to change that... but... I can't. There is NO other title that I want to define who I am. Even though I can often forget, I AM my Father's Daughter. I am that before I am anything e...

I opened my little prayer journal today. I opened to the last thing I wrote and it said: Tuesday, 2-19-17. That's it. I paused and thought and realized aside from meal and bedtime prayers with kids, had I even really prayed in almost 3 weeks? Not only I had I neglected my journal (which I had vowed to get out EVERYDAY since my mind needs me to hold a pen in order to focus for more than 10 seconds), I had also neglected my prayer time. It's as if I forgot YET AGAIN how hard a day is to navigate alone. I went on, on cruise control, until I lost every bit of momentum I had and life punched me in the stomach and I started falling backwards--- AGAIN. When will I learn that I need to eat DAILY? When will I learn that real time spent with the Creator of the Universe is the Water I need and His Words are the BREAD. Without either of those we DIE. This whole realization came after an ugly performance and tears and self pity, maybe for good reason, but probably not. Life is har...