The word sounds bad. But it’s meaning implies a wise woman. I’ve become a crone…a title I wear with as much dignity and grace as I can muster. We don’t get to this age without a few battle scars. And the things we’ve gone through are the very things we use when we reach down to help the next person up.

There was a time when my insecurities drove people away from me, which further fueled the insecurities. It wasn’t until I pledged a moratorium on new relationships that I got a handle on it. I needed to learn that it is most often counter productive to “chase” people down in an attempt to spend time with them. I’ve learned to be the flower. All you have to do is blossom. The bees will come to you. Pretty simple, really.

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“So we say with confidence, “The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?””

Hebrews 13:6 NIV