You can choose your friends, but you can’t choose your family.  You are born (or in my case adopted) into the lives of two very human beings.  They basically commit to put their lives on hold to raise you.  You are the center of their universe, but they would not have it any other way.

All things are delivered unto me of my Father: and no man knoweth the Son, but the Father; neither knoweth any man the Father, save the Son, and he to whomsoever the Son will reveal him. Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.  For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.  – Matthew 11:27-30

So today is yet another opportunity to take all the hurt you may feel about your childhood and…  letitgo!!!  Cut those poor people some slack and forgive them!  They may not have been perfect, but they were the ones responsible for making you the person you are today.  Once you are an adult child, you have the opportunity to review your upbringing and tweak anything that isn’t right.  The ball was in mom and dad’s court when you were little, but now it’s in your court.

Are your parent’s gone?  Do you think it’s too late to forgive them?  Well, it’s not.  In AA (Alcoholics Anonymous), steps 8 and 9 are about making restitution where you can with those in your past that have hurt you, or those you have hurt.  It’s common to write a letter expressing your feelings to those persons and send it to them.

No, I don’t have the P.O. Box number for Heaven.  I wish I could share that information with you, but I’m not privy to it.  The letter is “sent” either tied to a balloon or buried in the ground at some site that is significant.  So there is a way to “letitgo” and be healed.

Twenty-four years ago, when I quit drinking, an old-timer in recovery asked, “How are you treating the world today, Paulie?”  I responded, “Don’t you mean ‘How’s the world treating me?'”  He answered quickly, “No, I mean exactly what I said.  No matter how the world is treating you, if you are caring, loving, and kind in the way you treat the world, your journey will be easier.”  – Paul Williams

I will pray that you find a way to forgive because holding on to hurt and harboring grudges does not bother them – but it kills you from the inside out!  If you had the worst parents ever, you still need to forgive them for your own sake and your own sanity.  You can’t choose your family, but you can choose to either hang on to bitterness and anger or letitgo. 

Hand your situation over to God.  Pray for the strength and courage to make restitution with your parents whether they are still alive or not.  Don’t let one more day pass with that burden on your shoulders.  Give it to God and let Him heal your spirit.  🙂






I want to quickly acknowledge Pearl Harbor Day and thank our wonderful Veterans of WWII for their service.  Since I wrote about it last year, this year’s post will be about a different subject, but ironically, I will talk about my mother and her beautiful handwriting in the 1940’s.

My handwriting will never come close to the work of art that mama’s was.  As I read through the letters she wrote to my daddy while he was serving in the Navy, I can only close my eyes and imagine her sitting at her roll-top desk thinking about the man she loved and smiling as she wrote.  I don’t handle those letters much anymore as I’m afraid they will begin to crumble.  I know what is in them though and they are precious to me.

Today is WRITE A LETTER DAY.  We have all gotten so spoiled by the ease with which we can communicate electronically.  In moments we can shoot an email or send a text.  The sheer convenience is astounding – who would NOT get hooked on it?  Well, my mom was never tempted by computers.  At 82 years old, she summed up her feelings about computers:

I’ll never own one of those machines.  They will eliminate all common courtesies in life, such as a hand-written thank you note, a well thought out love letter, or the precious keepsake that is a hand-written recipe card for your mother’s favorite casserole.  – Betty Joe Turner

She meant what she said.  Maybe I’m biased (ya think?), but I think she’s right.  We have lost some common courtesies along the way.  I was thinking about the last note I sent – it was a get-well note to my best friend.  I could have whipped out a Hallmark greeting card on my computer, but I just felt led to make it a hand-written note.  There’s something about a person making it their own, with their own handwriting.  It means more.

So today, think about a letter you could, or should write.  There’s no better time than now to sit down at your desk with a pen (make sure it works), stationery and a cup of coffee to keep your brain firing as you write!

If you can’t think of anyone to write to, may I suggest that you pray about it.  God will surely bring a friend or loved one to your remembrance.  There’s probably somebody who needs to hear from you today.  Of course, if you mail that letter, they won’t hear from you today – but you know what I mean. 

Remember all the little things you learned back in handwriting class (or maybe they don’t teach it anymore) – elbow on the desk, paper slanted and hold the pen loosely so you don’t get writer’s cramps.  Don’t just write with your fingers – use your whole arm.  If you use the proper technique, you won’t get so tired.

I’ll never have the handwriting my mama had – it was really cursive – like drawing on paper.  I have a sort of write some and print some type of deal going on.  LOL!  But I keep practicing and trying to write like mama did.  ❤

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