The Last Straw

I mean this literally instead of figuratively. I just used the last straw. If you are like me, straws are not a normal thing on your grocery list. I had straws in my house because they worked for Mom. And now, there are no more straws.

Today, I can't believe my Mom is not here with me. I can't believe that I just can't pick up the phone and call her. I can't believe when I wake up in the night, she is not down the hall.

So today, I will pretend that she is with you in Greensboro getting ready to go out for drinks and I will talk to her over the weekend.

Dear Wendy - Part 2

Wendy is at the beach this week. I talked with her last night. She told me she thought I was doing better, then she would read my blog and think that I really wasn't moving forward.

I thought about this today, and I think I am moving forward. Not that some days aren't hard, but I am sleeping more at night, and not running down the hall. I still water my face pretty frequently, but I am in back in the world.

As you can tell, Wendy and I are as opposite as you can be. But when this started, we told each other we could do it together. Neither one of us could be everything by ourselves, but together we could do it. And it's like I told Mom.. "It's okay. We'll be okay."

Dear Wendy

I love you best. It is my job to boss you around. No one else gets that job. You are a big stupid head.

Love,
Robin

Home is where you hang your heart

For some reason, I have always called Greensboro home. I have been in Fuquay longer than I lived in Greensboro. When I went away to State in 83, I think I lived at home one more summer between my Freshman and Sophomore year. Essentially, I have lived more of my life this way than in Greensboro.

But Fuquay is where I hang my heart. We just finished VBS tonight and I am content. I think about my church family, and my heart is full. God calls us together to worship, and in this call, we find the joy of people that we would have never known otherwise.

For the care my church family has given me, I am grateful. For the freedom they give me to share my Big Loud God with my Sunday School class, I am grateful. For the unconditional acceptance and love that they give me, I am grateful. For their prayers, both as a church family and in secret, I am grateful. For their support and comfort, I am grateful. And this is where I hang my heart.