Clary Love

 Update, my MRI was postponed from 10/24/23 to 10/31/23.  The wait to speak with the doctor is still on.  The wait to find more information on the mass is still on.  The belief that God is faithful and has a plan is still evident.  Please be in prayer with me.  Anxiety has its waves, as does grief.  It storms in like a summer rain with no clouds in sight.  It shocks you and brings you back to the present.   

We were at a local and favorite diner a few days ago.  There are only a few tables in the joint, and it is a community sitting most often. There was a gentleman that came in and sat down.  I barely recognized him and asked the Owner of the diner who it was.  I realized it was a man I knew, but each time I saw him, he was typically very drunk.  He is wealthy and well-known for his endeavors, a laid-back man from what I know, and always kind to me.  However, when I asked how he was, he proceeded to tell me he had been in the hospital due to some men attacking him and leaving him for dead.  I was shocked.  I told him I was sorry to hear that and glad he was back on his feet.  I added that God must still have plans for his life since he survived such an ordeal. He joked back that he had never figured out God's purpose for him.  My youngest, Elijah, overheard the conversation and later brought it back up to me on the way to school. I asked both my boys if they knew what God's purpos

  The only way to get it out is to cry.   Years ago, I was attacked at work. As I was walking to my car in the parking lot, which was mostly empty, a car ran up on me. What proceeded felt and still feels like a crazy event. My life and future were in danger, and more than anything that day, my feelings of safety broke. Afterward, I went to therapy. I think if you’re a human, therapy is one of the greatest opportunities for us to get experience. Tragedy or no tragedy, the lessons we learn from quality specialists are incredible. This lady was nothing but special, and she pulled me out of the darkness and brought me back to see the light that was in me and around me. One key piece of wisdom I have held tight is that she told me the only way to get trauma out of the body is by releasing it. How? Through tears, sweat, or pee. I could pee it out by drinking lots of things, I could cry it out , or I could sweat it out. She encouraged me to do all the above, and I did.   I’m naturally a

Only ask the hard questions. I have kept it light and breezy in my mind.  Tried hard to not overthink about Brain Surgery. However, there is the need to ask hard questions, to process the risks and rewards.  There are always consequences.  Consequences are the result of actions that are taken or not taken.  We took a spontaneous trip to Silver Dollar City during the boys' fall break.  We left our house at 9:00 a.m. and returned at 9:00 p.m.  It was a fun day, but the consequences we experienced being spontaneous were that we didn’t think about how busy the park would be, the boys forgot chargers for their electronics to play in the car, we had great deep conversations, got to hear both my boys sing to the radio, and had authentic talks and laughter with our kids.  During one of the rides the boys rode, which Bobby and I chose not to (p.s. I rarely ride anything), Bobby and I talked about how I feel about NDAs, what kind of support I would want, and what I would not want if somethin