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LOVING ON THE EDGE
Loving on the Edge | Home. October 20, 2015 Melissa Edge. Hashtag. I Lived. It’s taken me 7 months to share this photo publicly. I suppose I wanted to take some time to really ponder, to really reflect what this picture represents. I get teary just thinking about it. I made this sign and carried it to the top of Stone Mountain this pastMarch.
LOVING ON THE EDGE
I'm a southern-grown girl, raised "dearly loved" by my parents, alongside an older brother who I just adore. I was very fortunate to be raised in a loving, Christian home, yet I grew up with my identity deeply rooted in being an over-achieving, straight A, "good littlechurch girl."
MELISSA EDGE
I'm just a southern-grown Atlanta girl living a story so much larger than I could have asked or imagined. I was raised "dearly loved" by two incredible parents, alongside an amazing older brother. I tasted the unfailing love of Jesus at 15 and chose to trust Him as my Savior. Ten years later, I fell in love with a man who lived life to the fullest, and we married in 2008. WHAT I'VE LEARNED 2 YEARS LATER... It’s so hard to believe it’s been 2 years since Tony departed this earth for heaven. Some days it feels like it was just 2 days ago that I was in his arms for the final time; other days it feels like it’s been an eternity. Most days I shake my head in wonder at Read More EARLY DAYS OF GRIEF ARCHIVES I’m chewing on a new word for 2012. I suppose you could call it a New Year’s resolution of sorts. For the past 3 years, I’ve been finding a word to focus on each year2010, in retrospect, was HOPE, for that’s what the Lord gave me to keep me going that unbearable year. 2011 was RESTORE as I trusted the Lord to begin to gently restore mylife and my heart.
UNCATEGORIZED ARCHIVES Happy National Dog Day! I know, there’s a national day for pretty much everything. But this one stands out because my world revolves around a furry 7 pounder that stole my heart 3 years ago.HASHTAG. I LIVED.
I suppose I wanted to take some time to really ponder, to really reflect what this picture represents. I get teary just thinking about it. I made this sign WALKING WITH GRIEVING FRIENDS I was reminded this past week that there are a lot of hurting people in our country, particularly those walking through grief. My heart goes out to Emanuel AME Church in Charleston. COMPARING TENNIS SHOES Off and on this past year, I start to feel anxious over the amount of stuff I have in storage (in about 3 different places, and that’s down from 5!); stuff of Tony’s, stuff of mine, stuff of our lives together. Stuff. Suffocating stuff. No one ever teaches you in school what a daunting task Read MoreBAND-AIDS AND SCARS
As it says in Isaiah 53:5, "By His wounds we are healed." By His scars and my scars, I remember His great love.LOVING ON THE EDGE
Loving on the Edge | Home. October 20, 2015 Melissa Edge. Hashtag. I Lived. It’s taken me 7 months to share this photo publicly. I suppose I wanted to take some time to really ponder, to really reflect what this picture represents. I get teary just thinking about it. I made this sign and carried it to the top of Stone Mountain this pastMarch.
LOVING ON THE EDGE
I'm a southern-grown girl, raised "dearly loved" by my parents, alongside an older brother who I just adore. I was very fortunate to be raised in a loving, Christian home, yet I grew up with my identity deeply rooted in being an over-achieving, straight A, "good littlechurch girl."
MELISSA EDGE
I'm just a southern-grown Atlanta girl living a story so much larger than I could have asked or imagined. I was raised "dearly loved" by two incredible parents, alongside an amazing older brother. I tasted the unfailing love of Jesus at 15 and chose to trust Him as my Savior. Ten years later, I fell in love with a man who lived life to the fullest, and we married in 2008. WHAT I'VE LEARNED 2 YEARS LATER... It’s so hard to believe it’s been 2 years since Tony departed this earth for heaven. Some days it feels like it was just 2 days ago that I was in his arms for the final time; other days it feels like it’s been an eternity. Most days I shake my head in wonder at Read More EARLY DAYS OF GRIEF ARCHIVES I’m chewing on a new word for 2012. I suppose you could call it a New Year’s resolution of sorts. For the past 3 years, I’ve been finding a word to focus on each year2010, in retrospect, was HOPE, for that’s what the Lord gave me to keep me going that unbearable year. 2011 was RESTORE as I trusted the Lord to begin to gently restore mylife and my heart.
UNCATEGORIZED ARCHIVES Happy National Dog Day! I know, there’s a national day for pretty much everything. But this one stands out because my world revolves around a furry 7 pounder that stole my heart 3 years ago.HASHTAG. I LIVED.
I suppose I wanted to take some time to really ponder, to really reflect what this picture represents. I get teary just thinking about it. I made this sign WALKING WITH GRIEVING FRIENDS I was reminded this past week that there are a lot of hurting people in our country, particularly those walking through grief. My heart goes out to Emanuel AME Church in Charleston. COMPARING TENNIS SHOES Off and on this past year, I start to feel anxious over the amount of stuff I have in storage (in about 3 different places, and that’s down from 5!); stuff of Tony’s, stuff of mine, stuff of our lives together. Stuff. Suffocating stuff. No one ever teaches you in school what a daunting task Read MoreBAND-AIDS AND SCARS
As it says in Isaiah 53:5, "By His wounds we are healed." By His scars and my scars, I remember His great love.THAT 7 YEAR ITCH
About a year ago, I was standing in the security line at Hartsfield, preparing to board a plane by myself to visit friends. I don’t mind the airport alone because it allows me to unashamedly engage in one of my favorite past-times: people-watching and eavesdropping. AFTER 2 YEARS: A NEW NORMAL ARCHIVES Disclaimer: From time to time, I feel led to go back into my grief journey and share parts of it I just wasn’t ready to make public while I was in the middle of them.This is one such experience. Please know you are always welcome to pass my posts along to those who youfeel would be
HOPE TO MOVE FORWARD ARCHIVES I should live in a bubble. That’s what my allergist told me 6 years ago when I began allergy shots. Yes, I’m that allergicto pretty much every tree, grass, and weed in Georgia.. I recall walking in for a check up about a year ago and noticed an 80 year old man getting shotstoo.
REFLECTIONS ON LOVE & MARRIAGE ARCHIVES About a year ago, I was standing in the security line at Hartsfield, preparing to board a plane by myself to visit friends. I don’t mind the airport alone because it allows me to unashamedly engage in one of my favorite past-times: people-watching and eavesdropping. FIVE YEAR FINALE: MARBLE TOSS “I just let go. And I feel exposed but it’s so beautiful ’cause this is who I am.” ~ Plumb “Lord I’m Ready Now” I’ve written a few posts about the jar of marbles that Tony gave me as part of our engagement. We were to throw a marble away on every anniversary to symbolize a year of our lives together gone by that we could not getback.
LOVING ON THE EDGE
Loving on the Edge | Home. October 20, 2015 Melissa Edge. Hashtag. I Lived. It’s taken me 7 months to share this photo publicly. I suppose I wanted to take some time to really ponder, to really reflect what this picture represents. I get teary just thinking about it. I made this sign and carried it to the top of Stone Mountain this pastMarch.
LOVING ON THE EDGE
I'm a southern-grown girl, raised "dearly loved" by my parents, alongside an older brother who I just adore. I was very fortunate to be raised in a loving, Christian home, yet I grew up with my identity deeply rooted in being an over-achieving, straight A, "good littlechurch girl."
REFLECTIONS ON LOVE & MARRIAGE ARCHIVES About a year ago, I was standing in the security line at Hartsfield, preparing to board a plane by myself to visit friends. I don’t mind the airport alone because it allows me to unashamedly engage in one of my favorite past-times: people-watching and eavesdropping. AFTER 2 YEARS: A NEW NORMAL ARCHIVES Disclaimer: From time to time, I feel led to go back into my grief journey and share parts of it I just wasn’t ready to make public while I was in the middle of them.This is one such experience. Please know you are always welcome to pass my posts along to those who youfeel would be
TO SPEAK LOVE THROUGH MY EYES I asked my Great God to give me a purpose in my pain. He's given me a desire to speak love through my eyes to women on the margins, anywhere, everywhere. WHAT I'VE LEARNED 2 YEARS LATER... It’s so hard to believe it’s been 2 years since Tony departed this earth for heaven. Some days it feels like it was just 2 days ago that I was in his arms for the final time; other days it feels like it’s been an eternity. Most days I shake my head in wonder at Read More WALKING WITH GRIEVING FRIENDS I was reminded this past week that there are a lot of hurting people in our country, particularly those walking through grief. My heart goes out to Emanuel AME Church in Charleston.THAT 7 YEAR ITCH
About a year ago, I was standing in the security line at Hartsfield, preparing to board a plane by myself to visit friends. I don’t mind the airport alone because it allows me to unashamedly engage in one of my favorite past-times: people-watching and eavesdropping.BAND-AIDS AND SCARS
As it says in Isaiah 53:5, "By His wounds we are healed." By His scars and my scars, I remember His great love. COMPARING TENNIS SHOES Off and on this past year, I start to feel anxious over the amount of stuff I have in storage (in about 3 different places, and that’s down from 5!); stuff of Tony’s, stuff of mine, stuff of our lives together. Stuff. Suffocating stuff. No one ever teaches you in school what a daunting task Read MoreLOVING ON THE EDGE
Loving on the Edge | Home. October 20, 2015 Melissa Edge. Hashtag. I Lived. It’s taken me 7 months to share this photo publicly. I suppose I wanted to take some time to really ponder, to really reflect what this picture represents. I get teary just thinking about it. I made this sign and carried it to the top of Stone Mountain this pastMarch.
LOVING ON THE EDGE
I'm a southern-grown girl, raised "dearly loved" by my parents, alongside an older brother who I just adore. I was very fortunate to be raised in a loving, Christian home, yet I grew up with my identity deeply rooted in being an over-achieving, straight A, "good littlechurch girl."
REFLECTIONS ON LOVE & MARRIAGE ARCHIVES About a year ago, I was standing in the security line at Hartsfield, preparing to board a plane by myself to visit friends. I don’t mind the airport alone because it allows me to unashamedly engage in one of my favorite past-times: people-watching and eavesdropping. AFTER 2 YEARS: A NEW NORMAL ARCHIVES Disclaimer: From time to time, I feel led to go back into my grief journey and share parts of it I just wasn’t ready to make public while I was in the middle of them.This is one such experience. Please know you are always welcome to pass my posts along to those who youfeel would be
TO SPEAK LOVE THROUGH MY EYES I asked my Great God to give me a purpose in my pain. He's given me a desire to speak love through my eyes to women on the margins, anywhere, everywhere. WHAT I'VE LEARNED 2 YEARS LATER... It’s so hard to believe it’s been 2 years since Tony departed this earth for heaven. Some days it feels like it was just 2 days ago that I was in his arms for the final time; other days it feels like it’s been an eternity. Most days I shake my head in wonder at Read More WALKING WITH GRIEVING FRIENDS I was reminded this past week that there are a lot of hurting people in our country, particularly those walking through grief. My heart goes out to Emanuel AME Church in Charleston.THAT 7 YEAR ITCH
About a year ago, I was standing in the security line at Hartsfield, preparing to board a plane by myself to visit friends. I don’t mind the airport alone because it allows me to unashamedly engage in one of my favorite past-times: people-watching and eavesdropping.BAND-AIDS AND SCARS
As it says in Isaiah 53:5, "By His wounds we are healed." By His scars and my scars, I remember His great love. COMPARING TENNIS SHOES Off and on this past year, I start to feel anxious over the amount of stuff I have in storage (in about 3 different places, and that’s down from 5!); stuff of Tony’s, stuff of mine, stuff of our lives together. Stuff. Suffocating stuff. No one ever teaches you in school what a daunting task Read MoreTHAT 7 YEAR ITCH
About a year ago, I was standing in the security line at Hartsfield, preparing to board a plane by myself to visit friends. I don’t mind the airport alone because it allows me to unashamedly engage in one of my favorite past-times: people-watching and eavesdropping.HASHTAG. I LIVED.
I suppose I wanted to take some time to really ponder, to really reflect what this picture represents. I get teary just thinking about it. I made this signMELISSA EDGE
I'm just a southern-grown Atlanta girl living a story so much larger than I could have asked or imagined. I was raised "dearly loved" by two incredible parents, alongside an amazing older brother. I tasted the unfailing love of Jesus at 15 and chose to trust Him as my Savior. Ten years later, I fell in love with a man who lived life to the fullest, and we married in 2008. HOPE TO MOVE FORWARD ARCHIVES I should live in a bubble. That’s what my allergist told me 6 years ago when I began allergy shots. Yes, I’m that allergicto pretty much every tree, grass, and weed in Georgia.. I recall walking in for a check up about a year ago and noticed an 80 year old man getting shotstoo.
EARLY DAYS OF GRIEF ARCHIVES I’m chewing on a new word for 2012. I suppose you could call it a New Year’s resolution of sorts. For the past 3 years, I’ve been finding a word to focus on each year2010, in retrospect, was HOPE, for that’s what the Lord gave me to keep me going that unbearable year. 2011 was RESTORE as I trusted the Lord to begin to gently restore mylife and my heart.
FIVE YEAR FINALE: MARBLE TOSS “I just let go. And I feel exposed but it’s so beautiful ’cause this is who I am.” ~ Plumb “Lord I’m Ready Now” I’ve written a few posts about the jar of marbles that Tony gave me as part of our engagement. We were to throw a marble away on every anniversary to symbolize a year of our lives together gone by that we could not getback.
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HASHTAG. I LIVED.
It’s taken me 7 months to share this photo publicly. I suppose I wanted to take some time to really ponder, to really reflect what this picture represents. I get teary just thinking about it. I made this sign and carried it to the top of Stone Mountain this past March. (Actually, let me clarify … Read MoreAugust 11, 2015
Melissa Edge
TO SPEAK LOVE THROUGH MY EYES “He will call us to pour our lives into the cracks around us, and sometimes into the cracks far from our doorsteps. But wherever he calls us, we pour, not wishing for a larger crack or a more noticeable one, or even the one we were expecting.” – Jeannie Allen, Anything I’ll never forget the … Read MoreAugust 4, 2015
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Edge
THAT 7 YEAR ITCH
About a year ago, I was standing in the security line at Hartsfield, preparing to board a plane by myself to visit friends. I don’t mind the airport alone because it allows me to unashamedly engage in one of my favorite past-times: people-watching and eavesdropping. This particular day, I wish I could have unheard and … Read MoreJuly 14, 2015
Melissa Edge
THE NEXT STEP
I’ve learned a lot about myself over the last couple of years. One thing in particular is that I’m a do-er. I’m not a brain-stormer. I’m the person in a creative meeting who’s always thinking, “that’s a great idea, but how are we gonna do it?” I have some incredible colleagues who do their best … Read MoreJune 22, 2015
Melissa Edge
WALKING WITH GRIEVING FRIENDS I was reminded this past week that there are a lot of hurting people in our country, particularly those walking through grief. My heart goes out to Emanuel AME Church in Charleston. As they mourn the victims of this senseless shooting, I can’t help but think of those left behind, in the wake of tragedy. … Read MoreABOUT ME
I'm just a southern-grown Atlanta girl living a story so much larger than I could have asked or imagined. In my writing are threads of my story and experiences of two years of marriage to a man who lived life to the fullest. It's filled with my new-found perspective on life and faith after earning a four year degree in Widowhood 101. More than anything, my desire is that it's an authentic reflection of how I desire to live each day…dearly loved, joyfully present, and unswervingly hopeful in the One who is my source and life.SEARCH
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