One-Liner Wednesday—vows

Asked by the Modesto Paper to my children’s great grandfather who is 98, and was married 65 years to the love of his life. “How do you make a marriage work for that long“? His response “easy you just stick to your vows”. His love has passed away, and he still lives on strong happily in the moment.

Happy 3 year Anniversary to my boyfriend, husband, love, lover, best friend, and soul mate. Forever buddies, I will love you forever, and this marriage was a gift from God! Can’t imagine not waking next to you! I meant my vows, and pray we can be like my kids great grandparents. Marriage is not easy always, but it worth every memory and the growing pains!

The day he asked for my hand
Us ❤️‍🔥

Waking with 8 years of “one day at a time” sobriety all by the grace of God

“Rarely have we seen a person fail who has throughly followed our path” ~Bill W. & Dr. Bob

I wake this morning with 8 years of sobriety all by the grace of God. I get to live, love, and laugh in the solution today. Alcohol was but a symptom. I was so spiritually sick, and today I begin with thy will not mine be done. One day at a time. I am not exempt from picking up that bottle, it is solely contingent on my spiritual house. This morning my heart is right before God. So with much gratitude I will celebrate this day of 8 years, giving God all the glory for my story.

I was a bottom feeder. I was at my lowest. Bruised, battered, and stained. I had danced with the devil day in, and day out. Enough to cause insanity to anyone. Today when I dance I am a princess, and I choose to dance with my King. Far from perfect I am, but today I have the tools to recognize my character defects. I am aware when I need to stop, drop, and pray. On any given day God’s address is NOW. I have a daily reprieve, and I hang with the winners. I came in willing to do whatever was asked of me with the desperation of a dying woman.

8 years later I get to share my experience, strength, and hope with others. I get the gift of working with other women. I get the gift of serving in my home group. I say get, because one sip of booze and all bets are off.

I daily wake powerless over alcohol. I daily turn my will and life over to the care of God as I understand Him. I daily have God step in, and do for me what I can’t even often see what He is doing for me in the moment. He does for me what I can’t do for myself, and I have willingness to see what He is teaching me in those moments.

8 years of peace, and serenity. I used to thrive off of chaos, and calamity. I don’t do well there today. Thank God for the gifts of this simple program, and being open minded as well willing for 8 years of “one day at a time”.

Sobriety is a journey not a destination, and a beautiful one at that.

Thank you to all my husband, children, family, and all friends of Bill W. and Dr. Bob. My hearts biggest thank you is to God who saved a wretch like me. Ashes to beauty. From wretch to princess.

You can find me today in a room listening to others stories. As well sharing my experience, strength, and hope. Praying that my hope might whisper into just one ear from someone else who sits in their chair for the first time like I did 8 years ago lost wanting to find the solution.

Here is to never forgetting where I came from, every tear shed. From the darkest caverns, to the highest mountain peaks I pray my life shouts JOY, PEACE, and HOPE!

God could, and would if He were sought!


My soulmate

Like scarlet, let them be white as snow. Though they are as red as crimson…

“Come now, let us reason together,” says the LORD. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool. but if you resist and rebel, you will be devoured by the sword.” For the mouth of the LORD has spoken. Isaiah 1:18

Scarlet, but watch me grow. Clean me up, and pour from my cup

Nourish my soul

I feed my body food, and pour water down my mouth to nourish my body to give it strength. I pray fully ask God to nourish my soul to. Make me whole, make me well. So I might dwell in the house of the Lord

I wake to go to Him in prayer. Humbly stating more of Him, and less of me. Lord God nourish my soul. Make me whole, let me feel your presence today. Pray, pray, pray. Make me well, so I might dwell in the house of my Lord

Just as much as my body needs food to grow. My soul can not live on bread alone, but every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God. May those seeds take root, and grow wildly through my soul. Nourish me, and make me whole. Let me sit, and spiritually feast with my Father. May His table be where He meets me, and may the spiritual foods I devour give my soul fervency for another hour. Make we well so I might dwell in the house of my Lord

Again, and again I will go to His throne room as my heart needs Him. As much as I am in my own pantry looking for food when I am hungry, may I never get weary of going to Him when my heart needs to be massaged, and filled with scriptures that nourish. Make me well, so I might dwell in the house of my Lord

For if this I do all through my day, hungry body/hungry soul. I have another chance with a new day of maybe dwelling in the house of my Lord. Search my heart Oh God, and make me well. Minute by minute, hour by hour. Nourish my soul so which with you I can be full

For thee I uphold

Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’” Matthew 4:4

Fill me up, make me well Oh Lord