Big brother’s love

Jaxon proudly holds his baby sister, Skylar ❤

Doesn’t this photo warm your heart?  These are Jenna’s precious children back in Memphis.  How excited I am for the images of Adam holding Tatum.  He’s so thrilled to be a big brother….

Those of you who know me well can attest to the fact that I always try to focus on the bright side of things.  Our current ordeal lacks any sort of positive spin whatsoever.  In fact, by constantly considering the worst case scenario, I’m never caught off guard.  So I’m operating under the assumption that Adam probably won’t be with me at Twin Cities while I’m giving birth.  Tatum and I will snuggle up and thumb through my copy of Mein Kampf as we long for the third of our family unit that is present only in spirit.

Thank God for Beth Moore tonight.  My heart, spirit, and soul needed that.  It’s that gentle reminder that anytime I get too angry [but not in an uncontrolled, violent way!] or depressed [but not in a mentally ill sort of way!] to stay on the path.

A coworker and I were talking today about the power of prayer….yet another instance where I felt as though somebody was speaking directly to the events in my life without actually knowing my situation.  She mentioned how prayers aren’t just for praise or your own issues, that it’s crucial to pray for those ‘opposing forces’ as well.  Instead of wondering how certain people have so much ugliness in their heart perhaps I should redirect my energy to praying  for the fact that such individuals have become so desensitized to troubling events their judgment becomes clouded.  Easier said than done, right?  It’s definitely one of the more uncomfortable and difficult aspects of faith.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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