Let's be Real
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Words, Put the S before the W & you get Sword
Words. How to choose them. How to use them, or not use them. Defining them. Interpreting their meaning within the context of what is being said. These are all ponderings I have had this week. Let me start with a story. If you are new here, welcome, you are reading a post written by someone who has no college degree or special english/writing training. Therefore, perfect grammar is not one of the goals of this blog, but being real is. This being said, let me take you back to my high school days. I have a significant comprehension learning disability, so since I was homeschooled in high school, I was…
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Be Human. Be Real.
Babies. I know not everyone shares my overjoy and love of the tiniest humans among us, but allow me to share some perspective from what makes my heart come alive. First, my Lucy would have been eight this year, so I would still be in the midst of raising my girl and loving to learn about whatever she was loving at the moment. But she is with Jesus and He still has me on this side of Heaven, so he has more work to be done in me, for sure! In the past few years I have been able to watch quite a few of the children I kept get…
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committing the mundane to the Always Listening God
What day is it? What month is it? I continue to find myself asking myself these questions lately. I struggle to come up with words that seem to be on the tip of my tongue, yet my brain slams on brakes because hasn’t quite completed the thought process. Many things to do, everything keeps coming and piling up, and my head is like a fish bowl with words and pictures all scrambled together. So much so that I lose my words. Have you ever had a day, week, or season(s) of life like this? I’ve shared that I pray, “Jesus I need you, I need you now,” many days when…
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Pain.
“Even the tide retreats, not in defeat, but to gather its strength. You are allowed to pause. You will return stronger.” Dipendra Tamang I took a bit of an unexpected pause the past two weeks. And for those of you who are not on Instagram, I had a little toe procedure that knocked me off my feet. Yes, it didn’t affect my hands, but between the balancing of elevating my foot and trying to balance a computer on my lap, I decided that wouldn’t be the best choice. Especially since this toe had gotten in the situation it had gotten in- due to dropped bowling balls, laptops, fully loaded grocery…
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Care for All Noggins
Jumping right in to it this week… Behavior, communication… all depends on the way our brain is wired… Mental Health. It’s real. It is something that if it hasn’t touched your life, in some way, I would imagine it is hard to grasp the severity of the moment we are living in at this moment. It’s one of those health avenues you either completely ignore and disassociate yourself with (red flag!) or you live it, watch it, and/or advocate for better. Real tragedies, current and resurfaced/documentaries, have sparked my interest in why state mental hospitals were closed. I read a couple of books about Dorothea Dix in the past couple…
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Speaking From Experience …
Laughter. Tears. Speechless. Frozen. Numb. Want to Scream. Want to hide. This week my life experiences have felt like a mess, a wreck of emotions, or is it that my experiences make me pay attention? I believe it’s all the above 😊 It’s all happening at once. I know ya’ll just love when I write about vaccines, but the so called “recommendations” coming out of the CDC this week, are something I have experienced before vaccines were available for two of these viruses and I will not stay silent. When children are literally dying from diseases that have been almost non-existent and hardly ever fatal, because of “grown-ups” not getting…
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Cheers to a Broken World
God of peace. God of sound mind. Not confusion. Not flustered. I have this picture posted on my desk, and can see it as I write. I look at it often on my phone. For me, it’s the glimpse of Christmas: swaddling cloths, born into a weary world, yet with great hope. This past year it has been a struggle for me to have a sound mind. I don’t know about you, but it seems like there is a circumstance, or situation, or issue at every turn that either makes the next step more difficult than it already is, or makes it impossible. Don’t get me wrong, there have been…
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Children Grieve Too
“There’s a stillness about grief. A process. An overwhelming hush. Some days it screams about the one I miss. Some days it’s a peace that there is more. Some days it’s a silent mending as tiny broken pieces are put back together. In any form, I don’t mind the quiet — it’s a sign of an endless love, a richness, an undying hope. I’m learning that the quiet is part of the sacred mess of grief, of aching, of mending, of becoming whole when part of you is gone. It’s sacred and holy, and because of that it makes me feel just an inch closer to him. I don’t want…
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When “Showing Up” Looks Different
“I’m learning to love the pauses, the quiet stretches, where nothing much is happening, but everything feels okay.” -Unknown The man in the picture above, my Paw-Paw, is the closest thing to being a “show up” legend for his grandchildren and even other children he loved! He wasn’t perfect, and he wouldn’t want to be seen as such. But when he started to get to weak to make his two a day visits to my grandma in the nursing home, it was a huge sign that he was extremely tired and his body was giving out. He worked in human resources for quite a while at the end of his…
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Just a Little Conversation, Please.
In all my years of life, on the vast land that I grew up on, never have I experienced the abundance of “cooing” a mourning dove can produce! When we moved to a neighborhood, the noises were all new to me, and quite an adjustment. (I knew that I was sensitive to noise and light, but it must just be how I am wired, because I am still just as sensitive as I was five years ago.) However, we always had bird feeders close to our house, and all around our house. Front yard, back yard, any where you could look out a window, there was a bird feeder. That…
