The Hunt for Diamonds

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This life isn’t Heaven. You’ve probably noticed that. There are exquisite times where you look at the world from dizzying heights, but there are, also, some deep and dark valleys you don’t care to visit.

I am a writer and a believer. I see things a little differently, I guess. I love the AHA moments I find in life, and hope that, by sharing them, I will encourage others to press on until God calls us Home.

God is always doing a new thing, and he’s excited to show me. It’s as if I’m in the backseat of his car, looking out the back window, saying I’d really like him to turn the car around so I could remain back there. Back there was where I was young. I learned to say goodbye to that. Back there, I had three children that, when I looked in the rear view mirror, I saw three faces. Now, I see no one, but, with great effort, I have learned to put that in the past, too. However, when my husband died of cancer the year he was planning to retire and enjoy life with me, at the age of 60, that was the worst pain of all because, unlike the age issue and the empty nest syndrome, Larry was no longer on this Earth to help me get through our parting.  Oh, how I longed to go back….. but God? He was the driver, in the front seat, his arm out the open window, excitedly telling me that he couldn’t WAIT to show me what he has, up ahead.  It’s new, it’s different, and it is exciting!

I have learned to trust God as never before. He may drive me THROUGH bad neighborhoods, but we’re not staying. I must go through these things, but I am never alone, and, to encourage me, he has planted daily diamonds in my path. When I see them, I call them out so that others will be able to see their own, as well. Always, though, I do my best to remain honest about my emotions and my journey.  I will call out potholes in the road when I experience them.

In these pages, I hope to become your guide. My gift of encouragement was meant to be given to you. I hope that I improve your eyesight. After all, as Roald Dahl once said, “We’re all just walking each other home.”