Forever Fierce day is finally here! The Forever Fierce Revolution is a revolt against stereotypes and ageist thought. We, as a small army of midlife women, are using our blogs to battle ageism. It is my honor, and an incredible privilege to be able to share these voices with you. Real women. Real voices. Real fierceness that’s forged from battles and victories and challenges. Real fierceness is created from struggles and an attitude of survival. I believe that it’s a choice…to be FIERCE. The definition of fierce is “showing a heartfelt and powerful intensity”. The common thread I found in all these stories was this: Faith. It’s clear to me that their strength comes from their deep faith, and in their incredible resilience. God has given them beauty for ashes. And a fierce faith. Read on, and be inspired.
Isiaah 61:3 to grant to those who mourn in Zion— to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he may be glorified.
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As you get older you start to realize that time passes much more quickly than when you were younger. You remember events as happening just a couple of years ago, and when you think back, you realize that it was actually five, ten or even more years ago. It still blows my mind that 1997 was actually 20 years ago, and not 10 years ago! But what’s really startling is when you take inventory and think about changes that have happened in your life. Sometimes these life events just snowball, and that carefully planned route on the roadmap of life causes you to take a detour. Sometimes they occur slowly, and you don’t realize how much your life has changed until you take notice and take inventory. Continue reading “Life Happens When You’re Busy Making Other Plans…And What Can Happen in Just Five Years”
My mom was one of the most resilient women I’ve ever known. And I’m not just saying that because she’s my mom. She truly was remarkable. Diagnosed with narcolepsy shortly after giving birth to my twin brothers, (didn’t know she was having twins, by the way) she found ways to cope with the embarrassment of falling asleep at the most inopportune moments. She hated taking the medication prescribed to her, so she took scheduled naps throughout the day. Somehow she still managed a household, three kids and a husband. I’m pretty sure I would’ve crawled under the covers and stayed there.
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