"The need, the weight, the pressure to have, feel, and be loved sometimes develops into a burden that pulsates the very core of our nature."
As a child love was something that I looked upon from afar. I could witness with no filters the very uplifting and demising effects it had on the people I cared for the most. Ever so beautifully even frightfully it seemed to have the ability to cause those around me to flourish, sometimes even crash.
However, as I developed into adulthood I came into a greater awareness of the attraction that man and woman have towards one another. With that knowledge resulted an increased desire to experience it for myself.
Letters from a Desperate Heart takes the reader on a journey through the discovery of love, by sharing how the desire for, the lack of, or the existence of affects us in our daily walk. Together we will explore the innocence of first love, the challenges that comes with the desire to be loved, the difficulty of being loved, and the humiliation of giving love; not to forget the all-consuming euphoric beauty that can only be experienced from being in love.
In clear, easy-to-grasp language, the author covers many of the topics that you will need to know in order to launch and run a successful business venture.
My mother, Lovella Bagley had ten children. She taught her family about Jesus and the biblical principles of His word. Her dream was to write a book about her husband and all her children. She was married to Lee Earnest Bagley, Sr. for sixty-five years; he went home to be with the Lord on December 12, 2009. My father had a good sense of humor and an extraordinary personality. He provided for his family by working at an apartment complex as a Supervisor of Plumbing- in Lubbock, Texas. In my upcoming book, Why am I Here? I will talk about specifics in our family s life. Our mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer s at the age of seventy-five and I watched her sad face as the doctor gave her the news. I watched her go from a vibrant woman to being in a wheelchair. She was determined to finish writing her poetry in her journal because she was quickly losing her memory. Her impeding illness did not discourage her even though she continued to struggle to remember names, events and wording. Every night she wrote poems and short stories in her journal that she kept in a silver briefcase. Some years passed and my siblings and I became her caregivers. Throughout the years, I thought about that silver briefcase as our family had relocated to Dallas, Texas. My brother Rodney decided to take a trip to Lubbock, Texas to visit relatives. During his visit, Rodney went to his storage to get furniture and other items to take back to Dallas. As he walked through the storage he looked next to a wall and there laid the silver briefcase that held my mother s poems. I was so excited; I knew there has to be a reason for us finding the silver briefcase. In my book, Poems from the Heart of a Woman it presents poetry written by my mother as well as myself."
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