This week and last has been a busy time for me. I have been planting, and preparing my garden and vegetables for this garden season. I am excited to see what all I harvest from it. I have plenty to watch that’s for sure. There is a certain kind of gratification when you work with your own hands and produce beneficial things for yourself and your family. I love working in the dirt, and if the Lord allows me, I will do it for as long as I can.
I will be a grandmother for the fourth time, in September. This one will be a little boy, I am beyond elated.
I want to let you know I will get back to writing as soon as I can. I am busy during gardening season. I have lots to plant and am hoping for a big harvest. There is instant gratification when I work in the dirt. I love towatch things grow and give to my family something I did with my own hands.
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I will be getting the Covid shot this Friday and I am nervous. Lots of mixed feelings concerning this. I am a Diabetic so I need to do it, but am hesitant. What are you all’s thoughts?
Many have wrote me and said my RSS feed is not working correctly. I do not have experience with that sort of thing and I am not quite sure how to fix that. So I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused.
Anyone who knows something about it, if you will write me at Mwsrwritings@gmail.com I would appreciate the help!
So as with each and every day I hope yo know that you are loved and should be cherished. I hope God watches over you all. I appreciate all the reads, the shares, and the comments!
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I shall see you on this side of the rainbow~! MwsR
Can’t seem to fix it Nothing can It’s the spot within yourself you can’t stand. Tried so many different ways To stand above it Yet silently you were sinking. In desperate times Truth rears its head What makes a man, is constant dread. No magical beans to help you escape The turmoil you find when you hesitate. There should be a trigger, a warning sign But sadly none that controls your whole mind. When fallen, you attempt to rise There is no limit to your disguise You try the truth but allow the lies. Just one step you took so long ago into the wrong way You can’t escape the effects, no how, no way. Until you stop yourself from shirking your responsibilities. Your endless torment of “what use to be’s.” So gather up your strength, your battle scars Things are seldom how you feel they are. Put one foot then follow with another one Till your back where you wanted and can rest some.
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