After a very hot hike grandpa brought us to the pool to cool down. He really does spoil us girls.
Tag: love
I’m a spoiled brat
My husband and I are one of those couples that everyone wants to be like. But he is afraid of the wrath he will reap if he tells me “no”. I don’t like that. I struggle to not act like a spoiled rotten bitch. Most the time succeeding. But today I lost my shit. I know in my heart he is right. But in my mind it was my way or the highway. I should of known that I was losing control. I’ve been a ver anxious passenger in the vehicle lately. Grasping car handles, completely on edge. That is usually a sign it’s coming. I wasn’t prepared for the behaviors that would follow. Neither was my wonderful husband. Bipolar and bpd suck. Sorry hubby!
Share Your Blessings
We are all blessed with gifts we can’t see.
What are yours, what could they be?
Look close upon you what the Savior has bestowed.
It isn’t anything you were owed.
It was by the grace of God you were saved,
All your sins could be waived.
Accept the Father with an open heart,
From all the others you will be set apart.
Share with others all you’ve been gifted,
So they also may have their spirits lifted.
Your blessings are bountiful,
Don’t you see, God made you beautiful!
Jill L. Ware
I could be so much worse
As I sit here getting my chemo treatment, I watch and listen to those around me. I am blessed. There are so many in pain and sick from their treatments. Over the years I see patients come and go. Some are now cancer free others didn’t beat their disease. I really appreciate the life God has given me. The beautiful friends and family that I’ve been blessed to have in my life. Thankful that these treatments are helping my RA remain under control. I can be more active with my grandkids than I was able to be with my sons. I know there may come a day when this treatment no longer works for me, so until then I will enjoy my family and live my life to it’s fullest.
Reflection
What do you see when you look at your reflection? I’d almost bet it’s not what other people see. We are our own worst critics. Love Yourself!
Eldest Brother
My Eldest Brother
He was just a teenager full of curiosity,
After that day the same he would never be.
All his curiosity left behind,
It was a desire for Christ he would find.
Thank goodness for the ones he loves,
He spends his time praying to the heavens above.
For the sins he thinks we commit,
He would pace and pray before he’d sit.
He has one of the kindest souls you will ever find,
A little leery but always kind.
Always reminding me how much every one needs me,
Which is something I don’t always see.
He is my eldest brother,
I would not want another.
Jill L. Ware
Borderline Personality Disorder
You are a true bitch, changing things at the drop of a hat.
Then the flip of a switch, everything is okay just like that.
When you love it is to the extreme, changing in an instant becoming hateful and mean.
Then you finally feel you belong, only to find you were wrong.
Approval you will always seek, I believe it makes you weak.
Open wounds do not scar, you just want to be loved for who you are.
The pain of the past doesn’t have to last. Talk about it hand it to the savior, the fire is lit changing your behavior.
You may not be as good as before, but a bitch you will be no more.
Jill L. Ware
Addiction Is No Racist
Red, yellow, green or blue, She will come after you.
No matter what gender, to her promises you will surrender.
She comes disguised as many things, with her chaos and lies she brings.
Sex, drugs and food to name a few, she will control all you do.
Not much to say you feel depleted, if she has her way you’ll be deleted.
You can tell her to find another, you are someone’s brother.
Hold your head up high, it won’t be easy I can’t lie.
Show her you are stronger than she, forever rehabilitated you will be.
Jill L. Ware
Our Roses Were Yellow 
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