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You Just Gotta Laugh
“Trauma? Oh, you mean the reason I’m hilarious!” (the picture is a little blurry) I don’t know if you have the laughing gene, the one when something should be considered a serious moment or situation, but your brain signals otherwise. I do. Most of my family does. So when one of us starts, we all start shaking and looking for an escape route. If you have this disease you know how incredibly hard it is to stop once you start. And sometimes it’s nothing that has been said or done that sparks the laughter. Most of the time it something that triggers a memory – seeing or hearing something, or…
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Portals of Discovery
Excuse my absence last week. I am currently in a chapter of “what the world/is there a name for what’s going on” health journey, not too unfamiliar to me. But I have had to run a get labs and such, which has gotten my days all in a tangle. I am okay, nothing crazy, just a little wobbly and tired. One more thing before I move onto what I want to write today: my online store. My goals keep changing, because reality keeps changing. BUT since moving, I have a small craft area and it’s almost ready! Hopefully this Friday I can start actually putting everything together and eventually taking…
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I’ve Been Here Before
My parents and I are currently going back and watching the West Wing TV show (1999-2006), many, many relevant lessons and applications for our world today, but more than that, I would like to share a quote from the series… “This guy is walking down the street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can’t get out. A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, ‘Hey you, can you help me out?’ The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts us, ‘Father, I’m down in this hole can you…
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Choosing Rest
It’s that time of year when things tend to become frantic and busy. Important life events pile on top of one another. So today, I have a short message, an encouragement for everyone… take moments to breathe deep, step away, choose a comfy space, rest. Whatever rest looks like for you: writing, drawing, napping, tv show, music, podcast, reading…. the list is endless, but give yourself permission to get lost in your rest. And when you re-enter the life events, soak them in, document them with the gifts given to you! Pictures, written memories, collecting programs, gather memories the way you love to do- not the way the world tells…
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Willing to Be Wrong
Being Wrong or Being Right. Right or Left. For or Against. One side or the other. “You must pick” is the posture of most Americans at the moment. But if we truly searched our mind, heart, and soul, would they actually agree with what the world is telling us we must do? I’ll admit there are some things I can be optimistic about, but most things I am skeptical about at first, before I can get my hands on some good facts, or at least some credible information. Arguing and bickering are one of my biggest pet peeves. Along with yelling or raising your voice. I believe in a good…
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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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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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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…
