A lifetime of insecurities camouflaged to everyone but those who know me best; the things they are privy to is nothing less than piteous. You don't believe me? Ah well...
As I sat last night paralyzed, gnawing on the fingernails of fear, words appeared on the screen of my iphone - words from a daughter-turned-friend.
"It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you're not."
Have you stood on that threshold alone and shaking, only to suddenly feel warm and unexpected hands pressed against your back? Angel hands prodding you on?
Christmas, indeed. This is how He comes.
Christmas, indeed. This is how He comes.
13 comments:
Daughters-turned-friends are the best. Angel Hands have been there unexpectedly for me more times than I deserve.
Christmas, Indeed. A very Blessed one to you, gentle woman.
You see how comforting can be a few words from the right person.
They Instantly change your mood.. to better.
..And you can feel those angels' hands reaching out to you.
Costas
dear sweet allison - give that almost-grown daughter a hug for me. :)
"daughter-turned-friend" -- isn't that the truth; and the best! How wonderful for her to send you that message just when you needed it most.
I hope those weren't real fingernails you were chewing on too ;)
Let's try this again --
only you and perhaps your daughter know what's about to happen... and that's quite good. :)
You are very lucky indeed.
Take my hand...
Love you,
Debbie
I have indeed and it's a wonderful feeling.
Out of the mouth of what was once a babe in Mama's arms, comes the truth of what you needed to hear, Alli.
Blessings from above.. indeed.
What a great kid. She must have awesome parents!!!
That's how I feel about my daughter too she's such a blessing
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