Do you know what a memoir is? Yes, it has something to do with the word memory, but it’s what someone does with a memory that turns it into a memoir. It’s an account of one’s personal life and experiences usually shared in reading form. Continue reading “God and Your Pillow”→
My new life as an unwed mother was just a hop, skip, and a jump – and a push – away. It was to be any day now that I’d be experiencingwhat giving birth would actually be like, and what having the name ‘Mom’ would feel like. Was I ready? Do dogs meow? Of course not! Having that feeling that God, family, and friends were right next to me was why I was the most ready I could be. Continue reading “Ready or Not . . .”→
My due date was getting close. My new life as a single mom was right around the corner, and before I knew it I would be holding my very own daughter in my very own arms. I can’t help but share a list of a few pros and cons surrounding me that last month.
1- Sleep – Sleeping at night was getting ridiculously uncomfortable. I flat-out did not look forward to going to bed. I’m sure my pillow could sense the un-comfort I was feeling, and if it could talk, would probably holler ‘STOP MOVING!’
2- Clothes – Not wearing maternity clothes in some near future was my little dream. By no means was I going to miss wearing them. I couldn’t wait till they all went back to the thrift store that I most likely got then from.
3- Weight – Being a bit over weight before I was pregnant, I really did not like my size at eight months. Any mirror close by that last month was not my best friend.
4- Information – Learning all I could about labor, delivery and nursing was a must. I’m sure if websites were available back in 1987, Childbirth.com would have been my best friend.
Time now for the last yet most important fact
5- Church family – Let a few paragraphs from my book explain.
I was so thankful that my church was a true family of believers. Great messages, great fellowship. As my tummy was slowly but surely getting bigger, my love for all I was learning was growing as well. My church family helped me hang on with my family situation at home. Friction that had been going on for years between my parents was growing. Thankfully, I knew my soap-opera life wasn’t making it worse. I actually think it might have been helping, as it got them thinking of other things instead of what was wrong between them. My siblings’ lives, too, were all going in different directions. It seemed most were all hoping they could find greener grass elsewhere. Christ wasn’t included on their road in life. It was good that I could escape not only on Sundays, but at the Wednesday evening prayer meetings too. Sort of a mid-week refreshment. It’s scary to think how less peaceful I would have felt during that time if I didn’t have a great source for spiritual support and friends.
‘Pregnant’ – As soon as I hear that word, I instantly picture someone’s tummy sticking out. I then think of the discomfort that goes along with that tummy sticking out. Next, I think of my first pregnancy thirty years ago and how it still seems like last week. Before that thought is even over, ‘Thank you, Lord’ comes next, since He held me though my first pregnany soap opera.Continue reading “How I Picture That Word ‘Pregnant’”→
I was greatly encouraged a few weeks ago because of the answer I found to three questions. ‘Yes’ to all three is why ‘Yes’ is now the answer to a question I’ve been pondering about these last few years: should I give talks to encourage woman going through an unplanned pregnancy?