Under the name Francis Lee, I write interracial Christian romantic suspense. My stories are about finding enduring love when hope and redemption seem unattainable as danger lurks around every corner. My characters learn that where there is darkness, "joy will always come in the morning".
Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently?
In any relationship, romantic, business, or friendship, I find you need to hold onto who you are.
You have principles and keep an eye on them and remember them at all times. Sure, you can let loose and enjoy life and the situation but never lose sight of who you are.
I did once, and I found myself doing everything he wanted and nothing I wanted. Fortunately, I woke up early enough to get out of the so-called relationship. He didn’t like it, but because he didn’t have his hooks on me tight enough, I walked away strong and on my own two feet. But I wish I did it sooner. Nevertheless, I did it in the nick of time.
I travel on local transit to work and it is unpredictable.
Since Covid, more and more homeless and dangerous people travel alongside regular commuters. Man, I see some weird things going on. I keep to myself. I try to be pleasant. I let people go ahead of me, and I don’t argue because you never know what that other person would pull out.
I fall on my knees and I give thanks to the Lord for seeing me through.
Hey.
The day could have gone far worse.
Last week, for example, was really challenging mentally and demanding with me helping some vulnerable clients during their appointments in the clinic.The Lord gave me the physical strength to work through the day as well as the mental strength I needed. In the end,I was able to say I did my best. It may not be enough for the clients, but with my vast experience, they received all I had to give.
Seeing the cognitive decline of clients I have helped over the years is taxing. My compassion is growing along with my frustrations. It is not easy to watch on the sidelines and not feel something for these people. They find it hard to understand what is happening to them.
Why can’t they hear like they did when they were young?
Why do people lead them around to places they do not want to go?
Why is no one listening to them? Why do they have to do what they are told?
And who are these people who are calling me Mom?
Dementia is an evil disease with no respect to anyone. It seems to strike whenever and whoever it desires.
Health is a blessing I do not take lightly.
At the end of a day like that, I thank the Lord for helping me, and I give him thanks for my blessings.