Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Nothing is Too Big for God

I'm not actually sitting beside this lovely water right now, the picture is for attention. On average, I'm blogging once a month now. Again, 1,000 ideas & not enough time to make posts happen. Okay so, I'm telling stories. There are twenty-four hours in every day, it's how I choose to spend each day & in recent months, there's been no extra time allotted for blogging. And, I'm terrible about posting. I think of something to post & I talk myself out of it. This feels like deja vu. I've said this before. Repeatedly. 

The water is the marsh by my Gramma's house, where she lived before she died. I miss her terribly. When I found out I was pregnant a few months ago, she was the first person I wanted to call. BOOM! The cat is out of the proverbial bag on social media. Other than a #prenatalyoga hashtag I used on Instagram a week ago, I've not actually made it official just yet. All five of you who read my blog probably already know so technically, the cat is in the bag still. 

Geez Louise, I get sidetracked so easily. Look----SQUIRREL! My Gramma would've said a little something like, "why? What were you thinking, Alisha??" Yes, she was dedicated to her harshness & that's putting it mildly. That doesn't make me miss her any less though. I loved that woman so much, I still do. She taught me so much about life, about choices, about what to do, what not to do. I pray everyone has that person that's able to make an impact on their life like that. She was not biologically my Mother, but she sure enough stepped in & played the part that I needed all my life. 

My last doctor's appointment, I drove up and sat by the water & had lunch & it, of course, was gorgeous. I'd like to think she was there with me. The vibrant her that could spend hours walking on the beach & picking up shells. 

Her apartment building overlooked the marsh & she had the best view that I have ever seen. It was breathtaking. God, I wish I could lay on her couch and nap again. I love her so much. Yes, I'm hormonal & I am absolutely no nonsense at this point. There is no extra space for foolishness in my life right now. Andy said I was psycho with Evan (our second child) & he's right, I was. It's elevated to nut-ward-worthy with our third; promise. 

For the last two Sundays, I've teared up at church. Okay, I've pure ugly-cried. Yep, I have. I can't control it. I have no control, whatsoever, over my hormones. I would like to believe I'm not a bumbling basketcase but..... if the shoe fits. 

There are so many things happening in this world & so much that is bigger than me. However, nothing is too big for God.

Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much. - James 5:16(KJV)


  1. Despite her dedication to harshness, your Gramma loved you and would still be so proud of the incredible person you are. I have no doubts that she has still be with you every step of the way. And if you need a room mate in the nut ward, come pick me up on your way. I love you!