Nana Holds from Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power...

Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power…

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Thank you for joining me for a coffee break and more of Nana Holds. Before I invite you in, it’s so important for me to share that as I’m writing this and re-living it, I don’t ever mean to glorify the pain of it all; rather to write truthfully that you may rejoice in the victories in a way that wouldn’t be the same without the lessons learned along the way. Let’s get back to where we left off, a 30-day vacation for Bryce . . . but not so much for me!

By the time I dropped Bryden off for school, he was definitely in a better place emotionally. Things definitely go better with prayer and I knew that God had a huge part in this little guy’s resilience which to this day astounds me!

I got the call at 11:15; God had gone before him and fought for him. He would not have to return to any type of prison, and though he had lost his spot at Teen Challenge, the court ordered him back in thirty days! Yes, the Lord our God, the mighty one to save, had shown up for Bryce that day in court and I pray it’s a miracle that he never, ever forgets.

With court behind us, and now a direction more clear, we all agreed that we would tell Bryden that his daddy was on a vacation from his job and would have to go back to work in thirty days. The goal we had in mind was to keep Bryden from feeling another huge transitional loss when his dad returned to his “new job.” I didn’t want this little boy to suffer any more good-byes; he has already had more than his fair share at such a young age.

Where's my sungwasses, Nana?

Where’s my sungwasses, Nana?

My passion in this area is definitely fueled by my childhood losses and it was about this time that I realized that I could relate to and with little Bryden in ways no one else could. So it was with his well-being in mind that we encouraged Bryce to spend as much time with him, which meant he would be home more. As I write that last part, the feelings of fear assault me once again but now, I can acknowledge them and the reason for them whereas at the time I could barely face them. See, my fears had nothing to do with Bryce, really, but they were my fears. I was scared that he wasn’t taking his sobriety serious enough. I thought he should be more sorrowful for his choices. I had a whole host of fears during this thirty-day trial, and the only one on the stand was me!

Join me tomorrow for more.

Relieved to have this behind me but grateful for how it has shaped me . . .


Nana Holds!

Nana Holds!

P.S. We won’t be live today for Blog Talk Radio and our new segment on relationships entitled: Why We Love How We Love! But feel free to download the first two shows in this new segment and plan on joining us next week!


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