Encouraging and equipping women over 60 to live their best life!
Everything we do, even the most mundane task, we have a reason for why we do what we do. Most people never think this way, but with everything we choose to do, or not do, there is a payoff. There is a reason why we are doing this all day, every day. We may not even be consciously thinking about it, but this is the way our life works. Everything from the big decisions to the little mini choices, we have reasons why we do the things we do.
Mark was my father’s wife’s son from a previous marriage and legally became my father’s child after the adoption. Dad and my first stepmom got divorced several years after the adoption. Over the years all of us became adults and went our separate ways. I had very little contact with my stepbrothers, or my half-brother, after my father’s second marriage dissolved. Until this moment.
The legacy continues! What my husband and I experienced in our youth, we passed on to our children. We supported and participated in their musical endeavors and now, today, we see that carried on in the lives of our grandchildren.
While I have walked through my share of trials and tribulations, I have never experienced this type of trauma. Both my husband and I feel as though we have been dealing with a little PTSD. Our bodies shook for several hours from the adrenaline that sprang into action in us after coming upon this accident.
We must always hold onto hope. And we must never let go of the hope of healing—even healing from our sexual traumas. We can experience freedom from shame’s grip. We can experience freedom from the lies we have lived with for many years.
Last week I got a text message from a friend asking me if I’d like some zucchini. How could I turn that down? He brought me a grocery sack full of his fresh, home-grown zucchini. The only problem is, I am married to a man who thinks he doesn’t like zucchini. So, I searched for ways to use the zucchini that were not obviously zucchini.
Sadly, this is just one more symptom of being post-menopausal (at least we don’t have to deal with having a period). But the good news is there are medications that are effective. For me, bladder Botox was the best option.
If you reach a point when grief doesn’t diminish and you can’t find joy in anything, it’s time to seek help from a minister, doctor, counselor, or support group. There is no shame in asking for help.
This Summer has been hot. I came home one day in my Peck & Peck shorts and my Cable & Gauge top and immediately went to my closet to find a loose-fitting dress that didn’t bind my waist and allowed air-flow. What a relief! Right then, I decided that I needed to find more comfortable dresses suitable for my everyday attire.
This is the joy of life, learning from others, finding our way, and helping as many as we can along the way, but always knowing there is water in the well. And it does not belong to us. It is God’s gift.
