Life has a way of changing us.
Changing our minds,
changing our beliefs,
changing our circumstances,
changing our perspectives.
But most of all...changing our hearts.
Time is a funny thing.
Remember when you were a kid and waiting for Christmas was a lifetime away. Now it feels like time is passing at light speed.
I have tried to write about the events of the last month over and over again.
But every time I started, my mind just got flooded with so much emotion that my hands could not type fast enough.
So please forgive me if none of this makes sense.
When I was growing up I did not understand my dad. In fact, if I'm being honest, there were many times when I don't think I even liked him. I had my own ideas of what I thought life should look like and in my mind, this was not it.
I have been thinking a lot about scars lately.
I have a scar on my knee from Kindergarten. Its actually a memory that makes me smile.I won't tell you what year, but I will tell you where. We lived in Pierce City, MO. and I was being chased by a boy. But not just any boy, a boy I liked! And then I fell on a rock. What I have left from that fall is a memory and a scar that I have stared at most of my life.