It was the summer I turned 50. I wasn’t excited at all about this season, about turning fifty, about passing
middle age and sliding down the slippery slope to senior citizenship. I wasn’t excited about my place
either. I felt stuck and I was angry and bitter about being stuck. As a wife and as a mother, as a
grandmother and as a pastor’s wife, if felt like my whole world was affected by others and their decisions
and choices. I felt tired, hopeless, used up and dried up. I was consumed with resentment over people
and circumstances that I couldn’t change, and I was convinced that because of my circumstances there
was no hope for a vibrant future for me.... (join me here for the rest of the story. This week I have the privilege to be guest posting at Diane Bailey's.)
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Love the blossom and your story--you are always an inspiration!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Dianne. Love you!
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ReplyDeleteWow, I can't begin to tell you how much your story resonated with me. I am exactly your age and have felt exactly those things. I am in the beginning stages of the solution you spoke of! Thanks for sharing your story. (And, my birthday is this week, and there is nothing I'd love more than a night at the beach by myself!)
ReplyDeleteWow, I can't begin to tell you how much your story resonated with me. I am exactly your age and have felt exactly those things. I am in the beginning stages of the solution you spoke of! Thanks for sharing your story. (And, my birthday is this week, and there is nothing I'd love more than a night at the beach by myself!)
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