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Am I ok? Am I ok? Are you mad at me? If you are I couldn't stand to be in your presence accepting your vibes cos i need the good feelings your treatment provides... Am I ok? Did I fail?  I tried but perfection did not prevail One slip up and its gone What will I do now? I have to get those good feelings back somehow.... Am I ok? Do I look good? Did I pluck, shave and smooth in the way facebook says that I should There's a spot that I forgot, All good, I'll take me a selfie and then  photoshop... Am I ok? But there are things I don't know Dates and times remain hidden, who we'll see, where we'll go. Circumstances undefined and unclear, maybe I'll try to plan better next year. Am I ok? Well what does God say? He says I'm complete and I need nothing else. He's enough and His love did it all on the cross. Am I ok? Well yes, yes I am. My worth, life and confidence rests well in His hands. There's nothing th

Sacred life A spark, an essence so hard to define.  It knits us together with the rest of mankind. This thing we call life that radiates from within, gives light to the eyes and strength to the limbs. It's something that we've not the skill to create,  a gift from on high from which we partake. This life we've been given, an eternal gift, individually bestowed, beautiful and sacred. We see the light shining in the eyes of dear ones. We cherish the time spent and grieve when it's gone. And the shell left behind will turn back to dust as we learn to let go  of the life we have lost. The spark has gone heavenward and homeward bound and from now on will be found in their loving Dad's arms The backstory.... This poem is dedicated to Grandad and Nana.  I hope that if you are in a season of grief this poem is a source of encouragement and strength. Lots of love Rachel

A day in the life.... My six month old won't go to sleep in her bed. My two old boy's  throwing toys near my head. He's wearing no nappy and smiling with glee. I'm anticipating  a fountain of wee. Stress levels rising,  breakfast dishes remain. And I think to myself, "How will I stay sane?" MANY DEEP BREATHS AND A FEW HOURS LATER..... So the six month old needed a bit more to eat and thankfully then went right off to sleep. The shorts went on backwards, but I wasn't complaining. Sanity levels have plateaued   but are still remaining. And now that the heat of the moment has passed I can see much more clearly this season won't last. My patience which is now hanging on by a thread is my most valuable asset so I take a deep breath, and let go of unrealistic ideals that my house will be spotless, I'll cook gourmet  in high heels. We are all of