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It's What We Call Bayou Living...: July 2011
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It's What We Call Bayou Living. Hurricanes, hand grenades, craw-fish boils, mardi gras, camping, running, and more. As if the *only* way to procure children is through ones own body. You can't help but laugh. Laugh, that people still have such limited views of what make a family. Laugh, that people think every woman desires to host a fetus in their body for nine months. Laugh, that as a society we still fail to see that we've *all* been charged to care for the widows and the orphans. Barefoot. hoodie...
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It's What We Call Bayou Living...: Broken...
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It's What We Call Bayou Living. Hurricanes, hand grenades, craw-fish boils, mardi gras, camping, running, and more. I can't sleep in the dark anymore. It's deafeningly loud and overcome with what ifs and questions that can never be answered. Which pain is worse, the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will? I'm not sure. We were so excited. Excited isn't even a good enough description, but I've found the English language lacking a lot lately. And they even detected a heartbeat! With every p...
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It's What We Call Bayou Living...: March 2011
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It's What We Call Bayou Living. Hurricanes, hand grenades, craw-fish boils, mardi gras, camping, running, and more. I don't know what to title this one. Once again she pulls. When did that control she’d fought for her entire life escape her grasp? She choked on her own tears as she slipped from the chair to the floor. How had so many years passed and yet she was still so broken? How did the smallest of gestures make her insides shudder and quake like a helpless child? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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It's What We Call Bayou Living...: January 2011
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It's What We Call Bayou Living. Hurricanes, hand grenades, craw-fish boils, mardi gras, camping, running, and more. When my heart aches. By my trials, and i won't allow anyone else to do it either. i'm not a victim, i never have been. It's just, sometimes, it want it to be easier (and yes, i realize that's the second time i've said that). but i know me, and i know God knows me. and He knows i'm the kinda person that has to have it the hard way so that i learn. So i'll appreciate the view from the top.
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It's What We Call Bayou Living...: February 2011
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It's What We Call Bayou Living. Hurricanes, hand grenades, craw-fish boils, mardi gras, camping, running, and more. Inside the Mind of a Half-Marathoner. Or at least *this* half-marathoner. so Sunday, February 13, 2011 I ran my first half marathon, the Rock N Roll Mardi Gras Half Marathon! 8211; Crossed the starting line. Wow these people are pretty hyped. It’s cold yo. They were right, the adrenaline totally took care of mile one! I *never* even saw mile one! This is going to be a breeze! Dang it, now I...
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It's What We Call Bayou Living...: April 2013
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It's What We Call Bayou Living. Hurricanes, hand grenades, craw-fish boils, mardi gras, camping, running, and more. Hand drawn onesies for sale! As some of you know, I will be traveling to Nicaragua this summer with my church for some mission work! We will help with building homes, repairing an orphanage, working in the orphanage, and working with a feedi ng program they have in place! You could buy these for your own little, a sister or brother's child, that cute kid down the street, or choose to donate.
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It's What We Call Bayou Living...: All The Questions...
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It's What We Call Bayou Living. Hurricanes, hand grenades, craw-fish boils, mardi gras, camping, running, and more. So I have this one reoccurring thought about RaneStorm: Where are you? So I'm afraid. And I cry a lot. And I search the Bible for something. But I keep coming up short and my heart breaks a little more. But then, on anther level, I wonder if, even if RaneStorm ended up in Heaven. Will it matter to me? Because isn't the whole point of Heaven to praise God for eternity? Just Another Raney Day.
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It's What We Call Bayou Living...: Relinquish...
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It's What We Call Bayou Living. Hurricanes, hand grenades, craw-fish boils, mardi gras, camping, running, and more. This has been a really difficult post to write. I'm still not 100% sure I've said what I want to say in the correct way, but it gets my feelings across adequately for now, I think. Hannah's story has always given me anxiety (1 Sammuel 1). While I know I want my children to belong. To God, the thought of GIVING my child away makes me twitch. Always has. Without first * letting go. To Him....
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It's What We Call Bayou Living...: December 2014
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It's What We Call Bayou Living. Hurricanes, hand grenades, craw-fish boils, mardi gras, camping, running, and more. Because I Still Cry. Because I still cry. I still cry for you and about you, little RaneStorm. I still miss you and all your lost promise. And sometimes it makes me feel guilty because I should be excited and focused on your sibling, RaneMaker, growing inside me. And I am, we are SO excited, beyond excited! RaneMaker, I pray you will always know just how cherished you are! Louisiana Warrior...