Waking Up Me!

Marry Me! And no, I am not proposing to you. Once, many moons ago, I did propose to a man. As it turned out, I married him, too, but that was many break-ups and reconciliations later and NEVER have I had a real proposal. What do I consider to be a real proposal? One that includes true love, a ring, and an offer of marriage. I used to think the ring wasn't all that important. In many ways, I still agree with that. To me, it's more the symbol of the unity--the unbroken circle of the ring--and the fact that this man has chosen that particular ring for the woman he wants to marry with only her in mind. It signifies their union and beginning. I have been asked to marry 4 men--all linked to military service. The first time, I was asked was by a man named Kevin. He was in the Navy, we'd gone to the same high school, and we shared a group of friends. He told me he had his grandmother's ring in a box and would marry me right now. Mind you, I'd not even kissed the guy nor ...

Have you ever just known that you have to do something, but not sure why? You can see lots of reasons for it, but nothing is exact as to why? Well, I had that happen just recently. I felt like God wanted me to take care of the things around my house that annoy me, but not enough to do anything about. What started as a feeling that I needed to do some cleaning turned into a project: touch up some paint, fill some holes, wash walls, deep clean in places that are hidden. I hung pictures and wall decor and made my house a home again. It felt so good to live  here again; to accept the gift that had been given and treasure it for as long as it is mine to have. When my friends came over for our study after I had done most of the work, I thought for sure they would notice. No one did. I brought it up and then they commented on it. Still, I had more work to do and I called attention to the places they don't see that have yet to be cleaned (my room, walk-in closet and the loft bedroom whic...