This year was going to be different. I did not set any New Year’s goals but I certainly had expectations for 2018. My prayers included being healthy, finishing my novel, developing my own publication enterprise and putting that novel into as many hands as could hold it.

In addition to this, I had expected to welcome a dog to my home. I fell in love with this dog, Pete, a few years ago.

Work was becoming exactly what I wanted it to be. My company was finally successful enough to give me enough home health admits, re-certifications and skilled nursing visits to keep me challenged. The administrator said I was their main nurse and when I asked for a raise the owner called and gave me a size-able raise.

Life was good. I had had surgery on my collar bone on December 20th and although I had severe pain in the morning it was calmed with a Tylenol #3.

On June 4th, I was on my way to pick up my niece from a hotel to take her and my daughter to dinner. She is in college campus ministry in Arkansas and has a yearly conference in Fort Worth. She is an absolute doll and walks the walk of Christ. She is also the daughter of my brother, who is getting divorced, so I didn’t want to miss the chance to show her my love.

As I was driving, my Google maps decided to force me to use Uber. Why on God’s green earth I would need Uber if I was using Google maps? Somebody at Google has lost their ever loving mind. I got so angry at the app I uninstalled it and reached back into my car for my Ipad which I use for navigation. That is when I felt a shearing pain in my right collar bone.

The pain increased to such an extent that by Tuesday the following week I broke down in tears when I moved my arm the slightest. The surgical site was inflamed and warm to the touch. I immediately came to the conclusion that I had infection and went back to the surgeon. They said it was not infection. I had had fever the day after surgery, felt a warm flush and nausea and vomiting while at church, and chills on and off. I was more than upset that they did not even take a blood draw.

On Wednesday the pain was so severe I begged my daughter to take me to the ER. She works nights and she was sleeping but the dear got up and drove me. Her sweet fiance’ picked me up. What dear children they are.

At the ER they took a CAT scan and said my bone looked fine. They again did not do a blood draw. The pain continued to be so severe I was breaking down into tears.

I finally broke down and called the man whom I have referred to as my former boyfriend. I asked him if he would mind coming over to help out. He put his own life on hold for four whole days and served me hand and foot. He was the kindest attendant I could have asked for. He said he was just about ready to let go of our relationship and then this happened.

Every time I try to push him over the cliff into the abyss of nothingness, God humbles me and breaks me so that I can once again realize the valuable person that he is. In this instance, I was totally broken. I could not bathe, dress, brush my hair or prepare food.

I thought back to the time when I was married. When my husband had to take care of me, he would do it with anger and indignation. Not trying to bash the ex here. He has a lot of good traits but care giving is not a natural for him. Whereas my boyfriend did everything I asked with pure joy and he turned my tears into laughter. We have such remarkable synergy that we can make the most dire of circumstances a source of laughter.

He gave God the glory for his steadfastness in the relationship. I do say he is connected to God in a supernatural way.

This Christmas he had given me a portable PC work table so that I could document while I was watching TV. I rolled my eyes when I saw it. That was the last thing I needed. Just another item to clutter up my living room. I put it to the side, still in the cardboard box and left it there. I rarely watch TV and seldom do I document while watching TV. It was clear to me this man didn’t have a clue as to who I really was.

Yet by last Friday just the slightest amount of movement in my right arm brought me to tears. I couldn’t work as a home health nurse in that kind of pain. I still needed to finish my novel though and saw this as a divine opportunity to finish that project. Only problem was my desk was too high and my kitchen table was too high for me to type at on my laptop. My boyfriend suggested we try that new PC work table and we adjusted it to the absolute perfect height. I am typing on that sweet table right now!

Ladies, I am telling you, if you have a man who is committed to God, your provisions will be provided before you think you need them. THAT is how great my God is. I am so grateful for a man who loves Him enough to read his Word every day, pray daily and then listen to the Holy Spirit.

My boyfriend embodies the sacrificial love of Jesus for me in so many ways. I in turn, am grateful that God broke me to the point where I could acknowledge that I need him.

My expectations for 2018 have turned upside down. I think now, my expectation is to become grateful for every twist and turn in my journey with God. I know He will provide for me what I need before I even experience the reality of that need. What a loving Father He is!


I recently turned 55 years old and with that accomplishment I had encountered another Birthday. My birthday is on New Year’s Eve. Most people would think that would turn out well for me but it actually has not been the best reality.

This year was different. My daughter made my birthday so special it was filed in the cherished memory cabinet of my brain.

She took me to Waco to see the Magnolia Market two days before my birthday. I have loved Chip and Joanna since the moment I saw them on television. Going to Waco to see their Silos was on my bucket list.

The Silos are amazing and it was a perfect time to go visit them. The decor of Christmas was still blanketing the corrugated steel, the market had some Christmas items on sale and it seemed as if every breath I took filled my lungs with good tidings. It was so nice to support a couple who is clearly Christian in their walk and rejoice in the success which God has blessed them with.

In addition to walking through the Silos my daughter and I partook of the delicious cupcakes in the Magnolia Bakery. Our favorite was the lemon lavender but I was quite fond of the red velvet peppermint cupcake also

On my Birthday my daughter and her fiance’ planned to take me out for dinner. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen that day due to the weather. But my daughter stayed true to her word and we went to a luxurious French restaurant in the ClearFork development. That was the closest thing to heaven I have experienced. The decor was European and the souffle’s were marvelous. I had to keep pinching myself to make sure this was really happening.

My daughter is such an amazing and wonderful person. Her generosity and kindness continues to warm my heart. For anyone who has a teenager which is hostile, I would encourage you to continue to love them. She was hostile to me for many years and I just kept loving and praying for her.

The Lord has healed the wounds in our relationship over the past few years. I give Him all glory and honor because it was a Bible verse that encouraged me to give her shelter when she needed it. For those of you who say that there is no instruction book for raising children I would encourage you to seek wisdom from God’s word.

I also got some wonderful Birthday cards and my former boyfriend was kind enough to give me some gift cards.

There was one last card that I was expecting. It was from my brother. I don’t remember him ever sending me a birthday card before. I have always loved him but for some reason I always felt as if he didn’t really know how to process me.

When I was little I would try to give him a goodnight kiss. He never let me plant one on his cheek or his lips. I don’t remember talking with him much at all even though he was only three years older than me.

When I went to college he moved back to the farm and started farming. I believe it was in college that I realized he had an outrageous sense of humor. He would wait until my mouth was full of food at holiday dinners. Then he would drop a hilarious joke into the atmosphere which would get me laughing so hard I would have to sprint to the kitchen sink to spit out my food. I began to really enjoy him despite his poor timing of jokes. Yet there was still distance.

When I got divorced I got a short letter from him. I have kept that letter all of these years because it meant so very much to me. There was one time he came to visit me and I remember thinking how smart and wise I thought he was. Talking with him was on a whole different level of intelligence.

Then a few years back my brother and his wife visited me. I had never gotten to know his wife but I began getting to know her while they visited me on this trip. She was and is a remarkable woman. I began to love her dearly.

This past year my brother’s wife left him. I felt like I had lost one of my best friends when this happened. I still love her so dearly and it breaks my heart that she is no longer my brother’s wife. Yet I have called my brother and talked with him so much since this has happened. I tell him on almost every phone call that I love him. I know it is hard for him to say that back to me but it has now become a common occurrence.

I kept looking for the card. He said he had sent me one. I finally got it a few days ago and I wanted to share it with you because every one who reads my blog has become so dear to he.

The front of the card says, “You’re such a wonderful sister.” As you open the card it goes on to say,”When I think of the ups and downs we’ve shared together, the laughter and the tender moments… I realize how very lucky I am to have you. We don’t get to choose our sisters… but if we could I would have chosen you.” Happy Birthday.

Once again my brother has impacted my world in a way that no other person can do. He doesn’t say much but when he does say something it is like a bomb of love has just exploded all over my heart.

I will keep this card until the day I die because sometimes it is not how much a person says but how well they say it that makes them such a remarkable person to know and love.


I met him when I was admitting a patient. This patient did not live in a mansion. He lived with his wife in an apartment. My true love was sitting on the couch in that apartment. I sat down right next to him and we were so close, he seemed like a button to my button hole.

I can’t remember if I was dating someone else or not because the minute we laid eyes on each other we just clicked. He was staying with my patient and his wife. I couldn’t take him home. I mean… I just met him.

As luck would have it I became really good friends with the wife of my patient and then I got to liking my patient a lot also. So they became some of my besties. I loved those two people like no other couple I have ever known. Even though they were both disabled they were the most willing and capable helpers I have met.

Every time I went to see my new best friends, I saw my true love. I knew he felt the same. My patient’s wife said he didn’t look at her like he looked at me. I kind of agreed. He looked at me with eyes of love and well… it just wasn’t the same when he looked at her.

This summer the patient’s wife went to heaven. I still miss her whenever I think about her. I have know a lot of people in my life but none as fine as her. Then just recently my former patient went to heaven also. He was just as sweet as she was. I am going to miss him loads and loads.

I got to be friends with his brother, Ed, so when my patient passed away. I called to make sure Ed was okay. He said he was doing alright and currently he was taking care of my true love for his brother. He asked me if I wouldn’t mind taking my true love, which is a Shitzu, and providing a home for him.

I didn’t think twice I said YES! YES! YES!

This is like the coolest thing that has ever happened to me. I love that little dog like nobody’s business and to take him means I am honoring my two besties which are now in heaven. I imagine they are up in heaven just overwhelmed with joy because I finally can take my true love home.

I am still sad that my besties are not here on earth because we need good people like them. But to have my true love, Pete, to come home to every day is the best way I could start this year. I want to give a shout out to my friend, Ed, for snatching him up before he was put in the pound and for thinking of me when he was wondering what to do with him.

Sometimes I think life can’t get any better. I will post a picture on my blog as soon as I get my true love home.


This holiday season was wonderful in so many ways.

I think part of its wonder was that I decided to do some things differently.

A short time ago, I broke of a relationship with a man whom I have dated on and off for ten years. I did it with a touch of sadness, not the rage I had experienced in former times of separation.

I knew it was the right thing to do, because the moment I did it, I felt as if I had been freed from a cage.

He wasn’t an evil person, in any way, but I just didn’t see that we could make it work. This time as I think about our relationship I thank God for the blessings that He bestowed upon me through this man. He has been such a blessing in so many ways but just not in all of the ways I need.

So being that I was not committed or married to a man I attended a single’s Christmas party. I didn’t leave early like I do at most parties. I stayed to the end. We played Cards against Humanity and it was a hoot.

I also attended my Bible Study Christmas dinner. It was such a wonderful gathering. I had not seen those folks for several months and it was a delight to see them and fellowship with them. We played a game after dinner called “what if”. It was the most hilarious game I have ever played and only took some scraps of paper and some pens or pencils to play.

The week before Christmas I caught the flu from a patient. That bug wiped me out. Then the day after I caught the flu I went in for surgery to get hardware removed from my collar-bone.

By the time Christmas Eve came around I didn’t know how I was going to pull off the dinner. I had invited a dear friend for dinner and my daughter and son were home. I didn’t go all out like I normally do. I instead searched the internet for a quick and easy desert that I could add to the menu. I found the most wonderful skillet apple pie recipe. It was easy and delish. Just what I needed to round out the meal.

My dear friend was such a delight to have over. He was full of compliments for my decor and my food. I was so glad he agreed to come over. It was such a pleasant experience for all of us.

Then yesterday my daughter took me to see the Magnolia Market in Waco. That was on my bucket list. I had to hold back the tears several times during the day because I was just overwhelmed with gratitude for the special day. The silos that Chip and Joanna have transformed are amazing.

I would suggest that anyone who goes to the Silos stop by and get a cupcake from the bakery. They are yummy! Such a special and wonderful place to visit.

I got some wonderful gifts also. The man who I broke up with before Christmas is still a generous friend and he made my Christmas special with some cashmere sweaters. Then my son went shopping for a purse and a new wallet for me and with the help of my daughter nailed a perfect purse and wallet.

I hope to cherish these memories of this holiday season. There were so many times I stopped to thank God. Yet I didn’t thank him as much for the presents as I did for the people who are in my life.


Last night I went to a Christmas Bunco party at the clubhouse in my neighborhood. This morning I had to go in for surgery and I had to be there at 5:30 am. When I was getting ready to leave I could not find my purse.

I remember having it in my car before the bunco party and it was too late to check for it when I got home. Yet, this morning there was no purse in my car. I am upset that someone took my purse. They didn’t used my credit cards so I think they may have been after my identity and some other items in my purse.

Thank God the hospital let me register for my surgery without proper ID or I would have not had my surgery done.

So being that I am a blogger I have decided to write the schmuck who stole my purse a letter about what Christmas is all about.

That Applebee’s card that you found in my purse. Well, that was for my Mother and Father. They are 87 and 90 years old. My mother has never liked to cook even though she is amazing when she cooks. She complains all of the time about how much pain she is in and how tired she is. I bought her that gift card so that she could go out to eat on me. Last time I had done that she said it was an extravagant gift. It was only 30$ but to her that is extravagant. I wonder what it will mean to you.

The Petsmart card that was in there for 25$… Well, that was for my son. He got a puppy this year. It was a rescue dog. I mean a REAL rescue dog. A friend of his found the puppy abandoned on the side of the road. I bought him that gift card to help him feed the dog. He is studying engineering at Louisiana Tech and lives on a very limited budget. I try to help him out wherever I can. I was hoping to help him feed his dog this Christmas. Don’t worry the dog still has a stocking with toys, just not the gift card for food.

My driver’s license will be replaced tomorrow. I will put an alert on it in case you are trying to steal my identity. I will also notify my bank regarding my mortgage, title and bank account. MY bankers love me so they will protect me.

Yet when I think about today. I remain grateful. The hospital knew me from before and did not need my identity information to perform the surgery. You may think that having surgery is something I could have done anytime. I want to let you know how wrong you are. I needed it done today because of the fact that I have already paid $6,000.00 out of pocket. Now the insurance company must cover the cost. I skim the top of the poverty line in my wages so that amount of money is a lot for me to pay out of my shallow pockets. You could have cost me thousands of dollars but due to God’s grace I was spared.

I am so thankful that Dr. Nathan Williams and Methodist Southlake hospital accepted me because they trusted me. The operation was to take hardware out of my right clavicle. I had been having pain in my right arm and shoulder. Although the surgery was done in the early morning it is 6 pm now and I don’t have a twinge of pain.

I thank God that I have no pain because the pain meds at the pharmacy are controlled meds and without a driver’s license I can not get them. So what you meant for harm God meant for good.

I have had members in my church praying for this surgery. They are awesome prayer warriors.

I got to spend some time today with a former boyfriend. He was kind enough to get up at 3:30 AM to drive from Dallas to my home and then he drove me through intense fog to the hospital. After I had registered we sat on the couch in the waiting area and regaled each other with stories that emitted laughter. I enjoyed our hospital “date” more than most dates I have had.

MY dear friend from church, Lori, drove me back home. It was so nice seeing her and her daughter, Abby. We caught up on our lives and I became aware that I needed to continue to pray for her brother-in-law, Mark. We talked about our church and how much we love Vibrant church. I told her how much I appreciated her. But I did more than that. I had made some broccoli cheddar soup and chicken veggie noodle soup and gave her some of that as a gift of gratitude. In addition, some candy bar fudge and rice krispie treats were packed in her gift bag.

I know you probably think you ruined my day. To be honest, bad things leave a trail. I will make sure your trail is followed and you are caught. I will file a police report, alert authorities and I will be protected by God.

Even though this day did not start out well. I have decided to end it with gratitude. For that is the Spirit of Christmas and you didn’t steal that from me.

Merry Christmas, schmuck, and I hope you have a New Year where you will learn that giving is much better than stealing. By the way, I would like my purse back.


I have a bit of a reputation as a crazy cat lady. I really don’t have many cats anymore but if you ask me,”Do I love cats?” I would tell you I am crazy about them. So I guess I am a crazy cat lady.

I love all animals though. Most dogs absolutely think I am the best, the minute they see me. Many of my patients in home health have dogs and the majority of them get so excited when they see me. I bring treats along for the dogs that reside with my patients. But some of them are actually more excited about me than the treats.

I have been bit a couple of times on the ankles by Chihuahua’s. I don’t know why that breed doesn’t like me but I think they can probably read my mind. I always think they look like overgrown rats. May be why they bite me.

Although I love dogs, I have only had two dogs in my life which were perfect. Cats, on the other hand, don’t know how to be anything but perfect. They don’t slobber all over when they eat, they cover their poop and they are amazing cuddle bunnies.

So today after I got home from work, I decided I wanted to relax with my cats and watch a movie. I checked Netflix and found a movie called “A Street Cat named Bob.” I turned it on thinking I would be mildly amused. Instead I was mesmerized by the acting, which was superb, and the story which was captivating.

My cats were hilarious. My oldest female had her eyes glued to the set watching the handsome orange alley cat on screen. The male cats snoozed through the whole movie.

I was so touched by the movie I shed tears at the end and that rarely happens. I would recommend watching the movie when you have a night with no distractions because it deserves that kind of attention.

Jason Bowen is the man whom the story is about. If you can’t watch the movie I would encourage you to buy his book by the same name.

It would make a wonderful Christmas gift for absolutely anyone!


I am on the prayer team at my church. I didn’t realize that I was supposed to be there last Sunday. I had a very busy weekend with events and parties to attend and I skipped church.

It wasn’t till sometime during the week that I noticed the email notification about the prayer team. I felt horrible.

But it was more than just missing an opportunity to serve. I missed going to church. It was like I had chosen to skip the most important and fun part of my week. Not good.

This weekend I was slotted to work on the coffee team. Lately I have had some pretty severe back pain and hip pain. I didn’t know how I was going to do it. There is quite a bit of lifting involved in serving on that team.

I prayed about it and went to church. I couldn’t believe it. The moment I needed help, God produced a 12 year-old girl, Abby, who pitched right in. She swooped right in and out like an angel and helped me with whatever I needed. I finally realized she was the daughter of my friend, Lori. She is just like her mother, always eager and willing to help.

While setting up I talked with a fellow congregation member, Mark. His wife, Paula, had told me about the pain he is experiencing. He had cancer and had to take so much chemotherapy that it basically fried his nerves. She said his arms and legs feel like they are going through a revolving door of fire.

He had had a neurotransmitter block on a trial basis which had resolved his pain but it was just a trial. They had to take it out and wait for insurance to approve a permanent placement. I have been praying for this to happen ever since I learned about this. Today I found out it happened! So excited for him! Praying that it resolves the pain in his legs and hoping that the same can cure his arm pain.

So today we discussed our pain and I mentioned to him that I was having surgery again on the 20th of December. I have some metal I want removed from my right collar bone. The metal is beginning to bother me a lot and I am having upper right sided pain quite frequently. The metal has been in my body since I fractured my collar bone several years ago.

When they asked for people to come up and request prayer it didn’t even occur to me to ask for prayer. I know that Mark’s surgery is far more concerning than mine. Yet both him and Paula came to me after the service and asked to pray for me regarding my surgery. I was so touched.

To have been regarded in this manner, when I had totally been derelict in my duties last Sunday, was so humbling.
To have a church like this which is so loving and forgiving is truly like being a part of the body of Christ. So thankful for them!



I needed someone to put a drainage system in my backyard. I got three bids and decided on one company. I told the guy how I wanted it done and he did something different than what I wanted.

I overlooked that because I thought if it still worked, it would be all good. He was a hard worker and seemed to know what he was doing.

After he was done in my backyard there was still a problem. I kept calling him and he came out once or twice and the last time he came out was close to Thanksgiving. He turned off the water to my irrigation at that time.

Alright, I may be a bit OCD about watering my lawn and my gardens but if you had soaked as much money into your yard as I have in mine I imagine you may be too.

The reason why he turned off the irrigation was because I had a leak in my back yard. It was a puddle every morning near my rock ledge and rock steps that bordered my flower garden.

In the mean time, every thing else in my back and front yard was going brown. He said this was good because it was going dormant at the right time and the energy was being diverted into the root ball. I hope he is right because every tree in my front yard looks dead as a nail and if he is not right I will be upset next spring.

So he said he would call me a week after turning off the water to check and see if there was still a leak. I waited for the call. It didn’t come. So I texted him a picture of the puddle and a nice text message.  He didn’t call. So I called him and left a message. He didn’t call. So I set an appointment with his online scheduling for last Tuesday morning and he didn’t show up or call.

I started reading the reviews on his company and his lack of communication was a strong thread throughout all of his reviews. I thought just a moment about how to handle this and realized that he may not be good at communication but I am above par in written communication. So I posted a review on as many sites as I could and it wasn’t a favorable review.

Guess what? He called! He left a message. He said he had been on vacation and was not returning calls during his week of vacation. I guess I was supposed to know this by osmosis because this was the first time I heard this excuse. For the record, the text message I sent was sent the week before his supposed “vacation.”

He said my review could hurt his business and it would be really hard for him to come out to my home after reading that review.

Okay, like by this time I am scratching my head in awe at the gall of this man. He wasn’t coming out to my house to begin with and my review was reflective of his poor customer service.

Then he texted me that customers were texting and calling him about my review. I told him that did not surprise me because I was a professional writer.

This was really beginning to piss me off. He doesn’t communicate. I call him on his poor customer service and he tries to make me feel guilty?

So, I pondered a moment. I don’t like hurting someone else’s chance to make a living and he was a hard worker. Plus a verse in Ephesians came to my mind about only using words that can build someone up. (Sometimes I think I know the Bible way too good. lol)

I came to a compromise. I said I would pull down the reviews and give him one week to resolve the matter. If it was not resolved I would repost the reviews.

I have already called another company and have them on standby if this guy doesn’t respond. His lack of professionalism is not my problem but having a job done incorrectly at this time is my problem.

I have learned something from this upsetting experience.

Posting well written reviews is an effective way to get people to respond and also to warn others about incompetent professionals.


Recently my brother went through a very difficult day. This was the day his wife was scheduled to move out some items from his house because she has decided to end the marriage. I was really worried about this and he was too.

I never thought the two emotions I would experience at the end of this day was pride and thankfulness. Yet, because of God, that was the reality of this day.

My brother’s wife had contacted him earlier and given him a two page long list of things which she wanted. She was considerate enough to give it to him in advance so that he could look it over.

Then she told him that there would be ten people who would come to help her move. All of the people were from the church where my brother attends. That was difficult to digest. The preacher was also coming. In addition to this she said the sheriff was going to be there also.

I don’t know what it is about my small home town but when there is drama it is a big drama and this was setting up to be a dramatic scene.

My brother asked that the amount of people who came be limited to six people. He didn’t want anything stolen. She agreed to this.

My mother looked over the list of things that she wanted and there was a verbal exchange between her and my sister-in-law over two items. These were items which were heirlooms and in this instance I think my mother had the right to demand that those items stay within the family.

So the day of the event happened and I kept my brother in my prayers.

That evening I called him while out on a walk, expecting the worst.

I asked him how it went. He said, “It went surprisingly good.”

He said that the only anger was between my mother and his wife over those two items.

He went on to say the hardest thing was that he still had feelings for his wife and still found her very attractive. She is the only woman he has ever loved so this is heart breaking for him.

During the time of moving her things out my sister-in-law did not cross the line into deceit. There were some things that he thought she would take but she had remembered that those were purchased before the marriage. She was honest in that regard and I am so proud of her for that. My brother had not remembered so she could have took advantage of him but she chose not to.

Where I am thankful that she was honest, I was so proud of how my brother reacted I could have busted open with pride. My brother chose to act with compassion, (So Christ like). He helped carry things out and tried to be as non-confrontational as possible. He offered to trade with her over some things in the future if she needed some items that she had not taken.

I was so happy to hear that it had went well. I told him I had been praying for him. He said “A lot of people had been praying for him and he thought that was the reason it went so well.”

To see the Holy Spirit work within a situation which could have turned so ugly work out for the good of everyone involved just filled me with pride and thankfulness. I believe because of the prayers of so many people God took this day from the devil and claimed it for himself. It is ironic that this event happened on the Sabbath.

The funny thing is the sheriff never showed up. You don’t really need law enforcement when God is present.

Praise God!


Those of you who follow this blog know that my brother’s wife left him several months ago. This was after thirty five years of marriage.

I loved her like a sister so this was a big blow to me. She was one of my closest friends. I still love her and I know my brother still loves her also.

Even though I love her, I love my brother so much more and to see him go through this heartbreak is very unsettling.

In the Bible it says that we should carry each other’s burden. Well that is all fine and good but I live in Texas and my brother lives in Nebraska. My arms are long but not that long!

I moped around my house for the first few weeks after she left, getting very little sleep. I still worked and kept up other obligations but this really was a hard thing to swallow.

My daughter and I had several conversations about this break up. She said that I shouldn’t let his impending divorce affect me so much.

Yet the Bible says I should carry his burden.

So how do I carry his burden?

Number one-I pray for him. When I know he is facing a hard day, I pray extra.

Number two-I call him and encourage him as much as I can.

Number three-I cook and bake yummy items and send them to him. He has gotten soup, cookies and other items from my kitchen. He is so thankful for them. My mother has him over for one meal a day too. He needs some fattening up so I am all about sending him food.

Number four- I give thanks to God for my brother and for seeing me through my divorce and other events which have been heartbreaking for me.

I think the most important thing I have learned is to step away when I need to, in order to preserve my own happiness.

I have recently ended a long term relationship with a man because he kept stealing my happiness and I am not about to let any other person steal that again.