By guest blogger Angela Glenn I am enough, and so are you. In honor of Suicide Awareness I wanted to share why I got my wrist tattoo. I have struggled on and off most of my adult life with bouts of depression. At the age of 38, and after the hardest year of my life, I have learned a few things that I have not always known to be true. My truth is I am ENOUGH.
I am enough at my best and worst.
I am enough happy or sad.
I am enough fat or thin.
I am enough if my house is cle
Uncle David and sweet baby Cole. By Uncle David Nicholas It has been 101 days and 100 nights since my nephew, Cole Austin left us. 101 days of struggles and questions. 100 nights accompanied by the palpable presence of God’s nearness. 101 days of grace granted, and compassion conveyed from God, friends, family and strangers. 100 nights have passed, placing us in the middle of National Suicide Prevention Week. I wish I could share sage-like wisdom these 3 months and 11 days ha
Image taken from diatribe.org I have really been struggling this month. There are so many questions I just don’t have the answers for these days. My precious nephew Cole Austin died a month ago, for reasons no clearer today than they were then. My son wants to know why Cole hurt himself, and my daughter wants to know why Jesus “took him” from her. It is hard to explain to Little Son that we don’t know why and probably never will. But my son is secure in his knowledge that Col
“If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.” — Saya Nelson Cole, learning to ride a four-wheeler in the mountains of New Mexico. My precious nephew Christopher Cole Austin died Sunday, May 31, 2015, in a Lubbock hospital. He was 15 and he was perfect. From the moment he was born, Cole captivated everyone who met him. A beautiful, happy, round baby, Cole was always smiling and laughing and loving. His best friend was his sweet Golden Retriever, Rusty. Cole gre