Liz's Letters

I apologize in advance for anyone who I might offend... but sometimes you just gotta say what's on your mind. Workin' too much!

Our lovely daughter. So proud.

Life is FLYING by! A friend of mine texted me yesterday and asked if I was going to make a girls night out in honor of a dear friend who recently finished treatments for breast cancer. I had to tell her "Very sadly, no." I went on to say that I wasn't going to be able to attend the Ladies Bible Study meeting either. My last text to her was, "I am a crazy, senior, band mom." That's the truth. That's me, alright. I had no idea that having a senior was going to take so much time. (and money) and that having a senior in the band was going to take even more time (and money). But I wouldn't trade it for anything. I only get one more Senior year (as a mom) and I am making the most of it. Likely, I will drive my daughter crazy because I plan on attending every football game - even chaperoning the away games (unless I am out of town - like this weekend for work), plan on wearing obnoxious band mom t-shirts, framing gigantic photos and putting them up in...

Powerless. I am reminded of this again and it is mostly due to the fact that I continually think that I have power - even if ever so slight. I returned yesterday from a retreat for women in recovery. It is a weekend that I have gone to every year for the past six years. While there, I am very aware of my powerlessness. Powerless against the effects of alcoholism, powerless against loss, powerless against anything, really. And I know that God is the One who is all powerful. But the very next day, I think I can control the universe. I know it is a ploy. The devil wants me to believe that I am stronger. But, I believe him, and regret it. But, progress, not perfection. Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity. Yes, I do believe that.