I have a tendency to try and fix things.  When people are sick, hurting in any way, lacking confidence, wanting to succeed – I feel responsible for taking care of all of that.  I often overload myself with these cares and eventually it becomes overwhelming.

I’m a grandma now to three of the most amazing people you will ever meet. I know that every grandma feels this way, but  being a grandparent is like being given a second chance at fixing what you messed up as a parent.

Every parent regrets something about their child rearing.  They wish they’d spent more quality time with their children.  They hope they did enough to plant the seed of God’s Word in their hearts.  We blame ourselves for a child’s bad choices or rebellious natures.  Was I too hard on them?  Did I expect too much?  Did I love them enough?

Even after they begin a new life without you in it, the parenting will remains.  I still think about my children when they’re traveling, applying for a job, facing health, financial, or other worrisome issues.  It’s in my genes – remember, I’m the one who wants to fix it all, but of course I can’t.

Parenting and grand parenting, still relies on our dependence on God’s providence and intervention.  He has given us the benefit of His wisdom through His Word and gives us great comfort because of them.

I’ve been blessed to have my children living nearby, but a few years ago, our oldest and her family moved to another state.  There are so many times when a phone call or text message are not enough.  You need to physically be close so you can hug some reassurance into them – to let them know how much you love them – to see for yourself that everything is OK.

These words of how it feels when your kids grow up.

The moments have turned into days, the days turn into years.
We’ve watched you grow. We’ve seen success and now there come the tears.
I know I should be happy for all that lies ahead.
A new life to start – in God’s strong arms – so why do these tears I shed?
It’s so hard to say goodbye to those you call your own.
When they were young and starting out, who would have ever known,
that some distant day they would leave and cut a path alone.
I know The Lord will be with them, but my heart is breaking inside.
Take care of them, Lord, protect and sustain and with them always abide.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. I am navigating menopause, child loss and emptying nest simultaneously. A sense of humor and encouraging words such as yours are indispensable. Thank you.

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  2. I was the lead singer of a band that only knew a few lines of each song and played a wiffle ball bat as a guitar. I rocked the back yard or basement or whatever the “venue” might be.

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