Because You Love Me – Song #4
Tag: brain injury
Looking at the Past Because of the Present -#2
Sometimes God decides to throw us way up high having us wonder where and when we will land. We have no idea at the time what to expect. Or we might think we do, but soon find out we were wrong. Limitations and losses can shake up our sense of who we are, what’s important and what we feel we have to offer.
Let’s continuing looking back at past posts about my brain affected illness called encephalitis I had years ago.
Click here to open up my story to read how, even though there may be tougher than normal times of your life, smiles can be found…even in fries.
To be continued
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Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds….” James 1:2
Looking at The Past Because of The Present – #1
In my last writing, I shared that I’ll be looking back at a few past posts for a few weeks. The main reason is to show why thinking of my past makes the trial I’m currently going through a bit easier to deal with. But, I’ll be honest. There is one more reason. It’s because what did take place last week – collarbone surgery – has kept me from typing away in my office as much as I’d like.
Continue reading “Looking at The Past Because of The Present – #1”Remember To Remember-Part 2
Do you recall the last time you were driving your car when a new song came on.
“Hmmm, this one kinda sounds like my kinda song.” Continue reading “Remember To Remember-Part 2”
My Third Birthday and a Blank Spot
We all naturally think a birthday marks that special day a person was born. But I like to say I’m one who had three birthdays. The first of all three was when I popped out of my mommies tummy fifty-one years ago. (1*) Yep. Good ol’ April Fools day. Continue reading “My Third Birthday and a Blank Spot”
Sometimes I don’t make sense to myself. I take that back. Quite often I don’t make sense to myself. For instance, one day I can’t wait to be with a crowd of people from church, at some party, and the like. But other times, sorry but I’d rather be by myself.