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Why? | Sweet Abandon
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Cherishing the bitter-sweetness of life. I don’t write for money, and I don’t write because I want to become famous. I would seriously need to put forth way more effort than I’m comfortable with in order to fit into either of those categories. I write because it is one way for me to share my heart with the world. I have never been good at speaking my thoughts. Hence, being able to articulate the details of my heart in written form has always thrilled me. Feel like sharing too? Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Amid the Dizziness | Sweet Abandon
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Cherishing the bitter-sweetness of life. September 12, 2013 8:01 pm. October 19, 2013 4:34 pm. I would like to update you all on what my life looks like right now. I am in week 2 of a beautifully crazy full-time nursing program. My program is the top-ranked nursing program among all the community colleges in the United States, producing the best, most-prepared nurses. I have discovered this week how it earned that ranking. Things I have learned:. Pretend like your loved one is missing for the next 20 mon...
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Cherishing the bitter-sweetness of life. February 10, 2016 12:00 pm. February 10, 2016 3:23 pm. Proverbs 13:12 – “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.”. Back up to this past summer. When I got a real J-O-B as a nurse, we decided I would save most of my paycheck for a house. Our own house. We have been renting for a while, almost 7 years now. And while renting was nice at first, (Ah! We have recently been wanting a place to call our own. It has everything on our.
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Feeling all the Feels. | Sweet Abandon
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Cherishing the bitter-sweetness of life. Feeling all the Feels. March 22, 2015 6:01 pm. March 22, 2015 7:30 pm. Reflecting on my morning:. Laughter, tears, worship, dancing, hugs, family, food. Beautiful. It’s been a roller coaster of a year, folks. At the end of this nursing program, I did not expect so many feelings. . . I spent some time crying today to my wonderful husband, and then I took a therapeutic nap, and now I am therapeutically blogging to help me sift through all these feelings. One month t...
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Cherishing the bitter-sweetness of life. October 28, 2015 12:56 am. October 28, 2015 7:25 am. Pumpkin seeds made me cry tonight. Or something like that. Snuggled up on the sofa with my love, watching Netflix, eating pumpkin seeds that we had just roasted . . . I was overwhelmed with gratitude for that moment. Finding these rhythms again feels good. It’s a slow process. The rhythms sometimes look different because life is different for this night shift nurse – I bake apple pies at midn...We are a bit batt...
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About Me | Sweet Abandon
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Cherishing the bitter-sweetness of life. Born in Detroit, I was raised in the Christian faith by loving parents. I have been married to an amazing man since 1999, and together we are raising two great kids. My testimony, my story of being transformed by Christ, is still being written. I am thankful for God’s grace that does not require perfection. In the end, I am just Amy in training. 6 thoughts on “ About Me. August 1, 2008 1:51 am at 1:51 am. Bye for now,. Have a great time! By the way, I am all signe...
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In His Arms | Sweet Abandon
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Cherishing the bitter-sweetness of life. July 8, 2014 10:21 am. July 8, 2014 8:53 pm. Coffee mug in hand, I stare out the window at the cloudy sky, and my tired mind tries to focus on something that feels beyond reach. I begin the slow climb up into His arms. It takes all my might – it has been too long, and I haven’t done this climb nearly enough lately, and so these muscles feel rusty, weak, and afraid. Resting my head against His chest, I listen for His whisper, yearn to hear His heartbeat. My head an...
