Gratitude for Mom

It’s been a while since I’ve posted but felt like sharing this through the blog site. This video presentation was my mother’s 65th birthday gift earlier this month. Very touching and well done. Sharing it in the hopes that it blesses someone else. Tootles!

Broken Crayons Still Color

I heard this phrase years ago and wrote a poem based on it.  Today, I came across the devotional, perhaps from where the phrase originated.  I love it, it’s still relevant, and therefore I thought I’d share it.


“Recently, when visiting my nieces in Florida, I got down on the floor to color with them. They love the Disney princesses, and so we were coloring a picture of Cinderella. When we opened their container of crayons, a burst of colors greeted us. These were well-worn crayons that had been used to color dozens of pictures. I chose a broken and worn-out green crayon.

In our throwaway society, it would be easy to think that the work of this crayon was done. That it needed to be replaced with a brand-new crayon instead. However, as I began to color with this broken worn-out crayon, my nieces looked at me and told me my coloring page was beautiful.

Because, you see, broken crayons still color.

Just like that broken worn-out crayon, we can also feel useless to God because of the mistakes we have made or the things that have been done to us. We feel broken and ugly and useless. We think God would rather have someone else do His work. Someone with less brokenness and baggage. Someone who has it all together.

The truth is, we all have brokenness in our lives. Many times we compare our blooper reel to someone else’s highlight reel. The truth is no one has a perfect life. And just like that broken crayon, God is always able to use our brokenness to create something beautiful.

A masterpiece.

Many times what we see as our biggest mistakes and failures can become what God uses the most. However, the enemy in our minds often tells us we are worthless and no longer useful for God’s kingdom. Little do we know that God is using our brokenness to create something more beautiful than we could ever imagine.


Lord, thank you that you never waste anything that has happened in our lives. I thank you that you can turn my brokenness into something beautiful even when I cannot see it. Help me to open my heart to you and allow you to bring healing and freedom. I love you. In Jesus’ name I pray, amen.”  From Body and Soul Publishing LLC.

#emotions  #pain  #healing  #prayer  #inspiration

Foster Care – “The Wave”

During this season of catching up with family and friends and simply enjoying life, while we are taking a moment to breathe, let us also take a moment to remember the children who have been separated from loving parents who made a mistake and is trying to “right” that mistake.  Such a journey can sometimes be long and arduous.  Pray for strength for both the child(ren) and parent(s) to carry on and stay focused until they are reunited with loved ones.  Meanwhile, below is a poem from this Guardian Ad Litem that captures a moment between a mother whose child is in foster care.

“The Wave”

My child has suffered.

Is suffering.

I want to help but I can only do so much.

She is not with me, not full time.

She is with someone else full time.

She is with me part-time, an hour per week…when I can make it.

A supervised hour per week and perhaps

A supervised phone call per week.

I want to do better. I am trying to do better. I will do better.

She is mine and I must have her back.

I must protect her.  Embrace her.  Empower and strengthen her.

But until then….I will cherish my visits.

I will smile as she gets in the car with the social worker and drives away.

I will watch the car until I can see it no more.

Little fingers waving out of the car window.  My little fingers.  She has my fingers.

Waving.  Waving.  Waving.

I clutch my heart with one hand and wipe streaming tears with the other.

Dr. Connie R. Shipman – 2015