Labels bother me because we are all so much more
than the labels we place on each other. Some of my labels, such as mom,
daughter, sister, widow, friend, student, child of God, and preacher are all
accurate, but none describe me completely. Other descriptors that most will not
use to my face include stubborn, sarcastic, sad, and cold. And there are still
others that do not need repeating. However, all of these said – and unsaid –
labels apply and at various times some apply more than others.
So, who am I? What is there “about me” that anyone might
need to know? I do not know. The only thing “about me” that I want people to
know is that I have taken the hand life dealt me and I am trying to do my best.
My best for my sons, my family, my churches, and my God. I invite you along on
my journey.
Grace Baby, Grace came from what my husband used to tell me
when I was angry. He’d whisper low enough that no one else could hear, “Grace
Baby, Grace” to remind me that God expected me to extend the same grace to
others that He extends to me. It is my mantra to this day and one of the ways
that I keep both God and my husband near to me.