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What Will My Story Be?

Shaun Bradford

Good Morning!☀️

“What will my story be?”

Ironically, that was the question I asked myself on the morning of July 19, 2023. I just love my journal entries. Always so timely.

Today is Day 2 of our family reunion for the descendants of my grandmother’s great-grandparents—Charlie and Rosie Little. The last one was in 2013. So it’s been a while since we last got together physically, but many of us have kept in touch through Facebook.

Picture of my mom at the last reunion.

Last night, five representatives of Rosie and Charlie’s eight children shared family stories. It was my first time hearing many of the stories—stories that put so many things in perspective. I knew my great-grandmother (my grandmother’s mother), but I never knew her story or upbringing, and last night, my cousin Maria shared her story. Now I have a better understanding of my grandmother and even my mother. I needed this. I needed this weekend with family.

My grandmother’s grandmother, Sarah Little Lofton.
My great-grandmother, Bertha Mae.
My grandma, Sarah, and my mom.

Again, what will my story be?

What stories will my descendants share about me?

Time to get ready for Day 2. My baby sister is on her way here. Can’t wait to see her! All of momma’s girls will be together.🥰

By the way, I found out I’m going to be a great aunt! My oldest nephew and his wife are expecting their first child in December. Y’all, I couldn’t stop screaming! I can’t believe my baby is having a baby.🤩

I pray you have a wonderfully blessed day!♥️

Love you,

Shaun

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Keep Looking Up

Shaun Bradford

Saw these beautiful clouds while on my way to see my sisters! It’s reunion time!🥰

Listen, keep looking up. Brighter days are ahead. Nah… they’re already here!!

Love you!♥️

Shaun

I’m with my sisters!!🥰

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My Journey With God, No. 109

Shaun Bradford
July 17, 2024

Have you acknowledged your pain?

That’s the question I asked myself last year. I wasn’t referring to the small things that weren’t hard to get over, but the real, deep pains, some of which I had been struggling with for years. This year, I can honestly say I acknowledged them, worked through them (took me a minute), and I no longer hurt. I forgave those who hurt me and forgave myself. Yeah… forgiving myself was a bit harder than forgiving others.

It really is true, you cannot heal what you don’t acknowledge. Grateful for growth. Grateful for God’s love and patience with me. Loving the healed version of me.♥️

Shaun

This is Year52… the other side of 50.🥰