Welcome to “The Diary Of And Frankly..”
One of my favorite books is “The Diary Of Anne Frank.” For two years she poured herself into letters which were diary entries. The “person” she wrote to most often was “Kitty.” Kitty was not a real person, but seemed to be Anne’s closest friend. The truth was “Kitty” was her diary, her innermost thoughts, hopes and fears. She showed through her faithful writing to “Kitty” that she considered herself her closest friend and was honest with herself about everything that crossed her mind.
May we all be true to ourselves and our “Kitty.” May we embrace our thoughts as our best friend.
May we just “Be Frank….”
At 35 I didn’t see myself with children as a widow, but that is where I found myself. I had been married to for 12 years when my husband chose to take his life.
“Just when the caterpillar thought life was over, it became a butterfly”
Just like that caterpillar, I thought life was over and then I became a butterfly. The butterfly is the REAL ME. The me that worries about failing. The me that loves photography. The me who can’t organize her closet to save her life. The me who wants my life to make a difference. The me who is wildly in love with a man who changed my life. The me that is a step-parent to 4 boys. The me that has never parented a teenager and their dramas, but now faces two hormone crazed teenage boys. The me who continues to mother three daughters who lost a father, but are learning what a real dad is. The me that loathes play-doh crafts. The me who loves to cook. The me that is beginning to go on dates with my husband. The me that is a homeowner and wants to plant a garden, but kills all houseplants. The me who still fights with her family. The me who is perfectly imperfect full of scars who is willing to lift up her heart and be changed by a perfect God.
it’s perfectly imperfect.
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