In an effort to revive the blog a little, I decided to try and be apart of Gypsy Mama’s 5 Minute Friday post. This post is not going to be light-hearted today, because my heart is heavy right now, but I’m gonna give it a shot! Here are the rules according to Gypsy Mama’s blog:



“Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s finger paint with words


Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how to play along:


1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.


2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button in my right side bar}


3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you {and if you love us, consider turning off word verification for the day to make it easier for folks to say howdy}


It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.”


Today’s topic is : On Distance. Ready…Set… Go!


Distance. Distance is what happens when you have a miscarriage that is unexpected. You distance yourself from friends, distance yourself from God, and distance yourself from family- Heck, you even distance yourself from…yourself. A year ago today I went to the doctor for one last ultrasound before heading to the hospital for my surgery- I needed to be 500% sure that there was no chance a miracle had happened and my babies showed signs of life. By that point I had already come to terms with the reality I was facing, but I had to be sure. My babies went to Heaven before I knew they were gone, but I feel like the day of my D&C was when I lost them. The distance between 1 year, 365 days, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, 31,536,000 seconds is much shorter than you think yet it feels like a lifetime ago. I am working to change the distance I have put between my heart and life and the lives of others, but it has been difficult. While many think the distance of a year should have me OK and “healed”, I am far from OK, and working on the “healing”. Keep me in your prayers, if you would- today is hard and sad. I know “Joy comes in the morning”, and I am trying to focus on that! Happy Palm Sunday to all- remember what this weekend signifies and rejoice with those before you: “They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting, "Hosanna! " "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!" "Blessed is the King of Israel!" John 12:13