I'm a Junkie

I am a woman.

A mother.

A daughter.

A sister.

I am a teacher.

housekeeper.

accountant.

caregiver.

caretaker.

chef.

nurse.

handyman.

alarm clock.

and human napkin.

I am a second momma.

(and now a second grand-momma.)

the comic relief.

chief instigator of tongue-sticking-out wars.

a shoulder.

a hug.

an occasional chastisement.

a smile.

a tear.

I am a victim.

a villain.

And now a Victor.

I am a wounded,

walking,

talking,

stumbling,

fumbling,

sometimes grumbling

warrior

never quite out of the battle.

I am selfish,

whiny,

tired,

weary,

vain,

misguided,

unfocused,

lazy,

greedy,

and just plain stupid.

I am flawed and broken,

marred and scarred...

And undeniably Loved.

Standing on the auction block, beaten and bloody, I was sought, bought, fully paid for, and taken...

Then forgiven.

Then transformed.

Now...

I am sold out,

completely,

intensely,

possessed,

altered,

absorbed,

intrigued,

submerged,

unrestrainedly,

full-blown,

all-out

spellbound by the Love of my life.

I'm hooked.

addicted.

dependent.

high.

It's a high from which I never come down.

I'm a God's Love Junkie.