blessings

An amazing friend sent me yarn, school supplies for my teen, and a pair of jeans for same teen. I cried.

I get up every morning and say thank you to the Universe for all my blessings. I try hard to embrace the change and accept that life is not what I had planned. I keep my hands busy. I love my family and pets.

And I brush away the tears that sit on my mind and heart. They are always with me. Sometimes though, a ray of sunshine parts the clouds for just a second. Today was one of those days.

I also found a group called The Mad Housers that is local to Atlanta, just in case! They are active. I joined their Yahoo group and think I may get involved for the experience. I support their efforts 100%.

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About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, cooking, music, bird watching, herbs, and gardening. I am passionate about YHWH the Elohim of all the earth. I believe it's our responsibility to tend that earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in laughter, and the power of combined prayer. I am a true homebody. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. They are all grown. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, and I have a spoiled service dog and 2 rescued cats. Right now, there is balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I would rather not do my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina which I ended up leaving for my husband to sell. I'm a two-time caregiver. My husband and I are separated due to stroke complications and personality difficulties. I am in Texas now. The one place on earth I said I'd never go unless Yah moved me there and HERE I AM! G and I are sharing a small apartment and so far, things are going well.
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