words are my habit.
i’m finding myself quite thankful for friends. whether it’s a phone message or an email, they’re often used by God in the simplest of ways to bless my life. and after i receive the blessing, i can do nothing else but turn to God in praise.
these are the sorts of things that make life possible.
and so i continue to breathe…hoping to be a blessing in return.
I’m that person who looks around O’Hare wondering who I know because there must be someone; the world isn’t that big, right? If I could page the entire airport, I would. “Hi folks. My name is Michaela Lawrence Jeffery. At least one of you knows me. Meet me in the F gates.” Twice. Twice I’ve […]
The event in this early stage of an essay took place several years ago. One day I’ll finish the essay. The heaviness I felt that afternoon is one I may not forget. So much, perhaps even everything, felt impossible. I’m not sure why I decided to go to a craft store. Did I believe I’d […]
The writing gurus say not to write about the pain when it is fresh. By that they do not mean not to write about it at all, but not to share it just yet when your skin is still hot, when your brain is still hot. Don’t share it when you’re still on fire. I’ve […]
You are blessing to me and always pop in at the right time. Love you lady!
You are blessing to me and always pop in at the right time. Love you lady!
You are blessing to me and always pop in at the right time. Love you lady!
You are blessing to me and always pop in at the right time. Love you lady!
You are blessing to me and always pop in at the right time. Love you lady!
You are blessing to me and always pop in at the right time. Love you lady!