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Single Moms Night Before Christmas

firesideTwas the night before Christmas and all through the home
Not a creature was stirring, no vibrating on my cell phone
The stockings were hung, the garlands against the window bevel
The Christmas lights strung brought the electric bill to a new level.

My child is all snug, nestled, and tucked in bed
To give Mommie her quite time, so she doesn’t loose her head
Completing all the last minute gift prep and enjoying a special night cap
While watching technologically enhanced fireside sparkles and jazzy Christmas tunes, my toe steadily in tap

Reminiscing on the past year’s lows, highs and triumphs
Looking forward to what is ahead, reaching for my promises in great defiance
Wishing you the most Merrys of Christmas’ and a grand new year
May blessings chase you down, may everything you touch bloom and blossom, over all you hold dear.

I’ll finish this egg nog with warmth and delight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

From the Lane-Crane Home.
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Because You Can


So at some point you have to look at what the storm says about you. When waves, and thunder and rain are crashing in repeatedly on all sides, is this maybe just maybe, a compliment to you?

If the Word says that God will not put on you more than you can bare, and you are baring a lot, then it’s because, well, you can. (Insert image of back cape blowing in the wind.)

I’m looking back. I’m looking back at a storm. The waves are starting to subside, and there are sun rays in my horizon. Some things are coming together and I see blessings. The reality though is there have been more times in the last 4 years than in the 40 years prior that I have questioned if I was going to make it through “this one”. However as raindrops begin to glisten on fresh soil, I can see now that my becoming had to happen this way. Through these raindrops.

Recently I sat in a service where the message was on perseverance. And just before I ran up out that church, (not exactly my favorite subject), the preacher really opened my eyes. He cracked open this meaning to this despised word perseverance. This word that to me always felt unfair.Why do I have to deal with suffering, why do I have to come under attacks that I didn’t deserve, why do I have to reap from what I’d never sown? These were my quiet thoughts, my quiet questions while reading scriptures on trials and tribulations mentioned in the Bible. But now I see. Perseverance is my friend, making the trial itself my friend.

Perseverance-  Per the authority of, Severance through suffering. There are some rewards that you will only get through a trial, through pain, through pushing through. Think of an athlete before the win. Without the pain of athletic training, there can be no medals at the end of the course. Think of a woman in labor. Without the pain of the stretch, the reward of life cannot come forth. The only way we get to the crown is to endure the pain. Thus the pain itself is really working for our good.

Suddenly I got some spiritual cajones to stare my trails in the eyes and have the right to claim my reward at the end of them. Those trials didn’t break me. In the words of Ms. Celie in the Color Purple, “Dear God, I’m here, I’m still here!”  I’m still standing, in my right mind, with my heart in tact, with my integrity in one piece. So attention all trials, all hardship, all pain, all false accusation, all attacks, Imma need to you write me a check. Make it out to Blessings on Blessings on Blessings, because I can see clearly now, the rain is gone.


November Sucks!

November Sucks

Right hand lifted. I’ve been completely absent from my blog, yes I have… but for good reason. I kinda despise this time of the year. Now before you go and right me off as one of those pessimists that complains about everything from the wind to the Easter bunnies, you should know a few simple things.

My mother died on November 13, 2004.

My grandfather died on November 1, 2012.

I no likey November.


November for me represents loss. It’s the loss of the family that I once knew. It is the realization of all the change that is around me. It is the coming to terms with the brisk winter air that replaced my warm SoCal skies.

It is also the embarking on the end of an era that was this year, and the looking to what will be in the new. So all is not lost.

Through my trials I have learned to embrace where I am, to give myself permission to feel what I feel. This month for me feels like a big o plate of yuck. But I will choose something different from the buffet in my next season.

So as I post this on this last and final day of the month we give thanks for invading someone’s land, I can say that I’m happy to see it go. I’m ready for December. I’m ready for 2016. I choose to simply be grateful for my blessings on a daily basis, and that I didn’t eat too much turkey this Thanksgiving.