Someone's watching over you.
Drifting in,
Drifting out,
Sometimes, you can feel her.
She's right beside you.
Her hand holds you still.
Her kisses keep you grounded.
She speaks,
But quietly.
She knows that you are strong.
And you breath.
It's hard.
But you breath.
And we all stand behind you.
Holding you up,
Lifting you onward,
Loving you.
And still, she's beside you.
Laughing as she finally hears you say her name.

Guardian Angel by lostknightkg from deviantART


How My Atheist Boyfriend Saved My Life

I’ve had this post in the works for awhile, and today’s Daily Prompt (which asks, In your imaginary award acceptance speech (yes, we know you have one), who’s the very last — and most important — person you thank?) just proved to me that now might be the time to share it. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I was raised a Christian. I went to Church every Sunday. I prayed before meals. I thanked God for all His gifts every night. I was serious about my faith. But now, I am dating an atheist, and I couldn’t be happier. You see, my atheist boyfriend saved my life. And if I were to ever have a chance to give an acceptance speech, he is the last and most important person I would thank.

You are my everything by MurphyL6 on deviantART

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Spreading My Wings, Finding Reasons to Believe

Response to The Daily Post prompt Reason to Believe.

Being a young adult has proven to be a somewhat awkward time in my life. I’m not a child anymore, but I haven’t spent very much time being an adult, so I find myself sort of wandering blindly through these years, crossing my fingers that things will turn out alright.

It’s not a bad way to live, but it certainly makes me still feel like a child!

For me, this has also meant that I’ve started questioning things that I never thought I would question again.

I noticed that a lot of the responses to this daily prompt discuss God, and all the ways that He has helped my fellow bloggers to believe in Him. And I think that these are all wonderful testimonies, and yet …

The Greatest Love by nuriko-kun

Do I believe in God? Do I believe in his Son? Do I believe in the Holy Spirit? Do I believe in the One True Church?

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When Great Expectations Are Shattered

When I was growing up, I spent a lot of time with my great grandfather. He’d sit in his wheelchair, his hands shaking, his body frail and bony, and his face wrinkled and pockmarked with the trials and tribulations of life. He would squint his eyes, shake his fist, and tell me,

“Hun, if you don’t have your health, you have nothing.”

As he became older and frailer, those words became his mantra. Until one day, his health failed him for the last time and he left us, finally free of his bag of bones, blissfully moving on to his next great adventure.

It would be many years before I would fully appreciate his words.

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Another Easter, Come and Gone

Happy Easter everyone!

I hope everyone’s holiday has been as wonderful as mine.

Yes, Easter was wonderful. It was sad, and joyful, and nostalgic all at once.

It was wonderful to share the day with those I care about and to find comfort in the company of family. Some very special people were unable to be there due to health reasons, but we could feel them there in spirit.

I know that sounds silly, but sometimes you can just know that someone is with you. Love can be like that. Even through debilitating illnesses, drastically changing personalities, stress, fear, sorrow, and all that awful stuff, love just keeps you together.

Hold Hands by MultiCurious on deviantART



Hosanna is an interesting word, which, I think, reflects the nature of Lent well. It can be used as a cry for help or as an appeal to be saved, but in a Christian context it is often used as an expression of praise and great joy. As someone who grew up in the Christian faith, it was a word I often heard on Palm Sunday, which just happens to be today.

When I was younger, Palm Sunday was one of my most favourite celebrations, but then, I adored all of Lent. I was a very introspective child, and having a whole 40 days where I was supposed to reflect on my own brokenness and on God’s sacrifice just seemed like such a wonderful thing.

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The Man I Love

He is a big man. His hair is matted. His eyes … they are wild. He shakes. Sometimes, he screams. He tries the door. It is locked; he flies into a rage. Dementia has transformed the man I love, but when I am there, he is happy … and so am I.

Holding on to Reason, by Carts on deviantART

Written as part of this week’s Writing Challenge “Fifty”, where the task was to write a story in fifty words. I wanted to show how devastating dementia is, and yet how beautiful life can still be. Showing love, companionship, and solidarity to those who are most vulnerable, especially people with mental illnesses and brain diseases, is so important. Please, reach out to them, fight for them, and be there for them. Love them, no matter how their disease manifests itself. And of course, if you are their caregiver, take care of your own mental and physical health. Don’t be afraid to reach out, you need help too!