Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Giving Thanks Friday (On Wednesday before Thanksgiving)

This week I am thankful for: 

A warm slice of home-baked pie topped with cold vanilla ice cream melting down the sides.      

The attitude of gratitude brought to the surface during this season of thanks.  It's one I strive for all year long.  The giving of thanks truly changes my heart.  

Three generations of family coming together to each contribute to a wonderful meal and gathering of love.  Many hands truly does make for light work.  (Until time to clean up...then some of the hands disappear.  Haha!)

Frosty cold mornings giving way to gorgeous sunny afternoons.

A lovely pair of pants with a hint of stretch assuring my comfort after consuming above feast...oh my. 

Generous hearts inviting the widows, orphans, lonely and unloved to join around their tables and be loved.

Every one of you precious readers who have taken a moment to hear my heart, those who commented (or didn't - because I love that you stop by just to read), those who have personally e-mailed and especially those who have whispered a prayer for my sister and her family through what has been a difficult season.  Thank you....truly.    


What are you thankful for?

May your weekend be filled with wonder, laced with peace and bursting with love...

(Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good: his love endures forever. Psalm 118:1) 

Saturday, November 14, 2015

When my heart is overwhelmed


I consider myself an encourager although it is true that I fail at it often.  But it is in my nature to want to encourage people, to make them feel better, to cheer them on.  Sometimes it's an easy task, other times it takes all I have within me.  If you are a regular reader here you may have noticed a lack of posting recently. When you are busy trying to walk beside someone in the midst of battle you sometimes get wounded too. Those wounds came fast and hard, one and then another and another with no time to catch  my breath, to process, to heal.  

A family member of mine has been going through a 10 year war, the most recent battle of 3 of those years taking us inside a courthouse many times over the past couple months hoping to right an injustice.  We have sat on wooden courthouse benches in the most beautiful settings, amidst the ugly, praying prayers that often contained no words.  Some situations are so overwhelming that only your heart can drum out what you long for God to hear.

If it were up to me I would have stayed on the shore shouting, "You can do this!  Be strong!" and other such sentiments.  But when someone you love asks you to get in the boat with her - you get in the boat.  You put on your life jacket as the waves rise and crash against the boat.  You hold on tight as it sways so hard you feel it tipping over and over again.  And when you are thrown into the sea, you cling to the Rock that is Jesus.  You You trust that somehow, bruised and battered as you are, that God will bring you back to shore again.  You trust that even though the sin of others has caused an outcome we didn't want, could scarcely believe, that God can still bring good from it.  He is still good.

When my heart is overwhelmed, 
lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.
Psalms 61:2

Today, be encouraged friends.  
He is still good.

Linking up here:  Three Word Wednesday


Sunday, October 4, 2015


It may not be your traditional math equation but in my world it works perfectly!

Take ONE trailing green plant in a sad plastic pot,

Add THREE bits of crafty supplies: 

a clay terracotta pot,
a jar of black craft paint
a spool of jute rope.

Combine them all to equal ONE bit of happy.  
It perfectly fills the spot above a narrow pony (half) wall between the kitchen and living room that was in need of "something".

(Does anyone else spy the mini tootsie rolls from my husband's candy dish?)

My initial plans were to do a fancier macrame design but after seeing that the plant would cover most of it (and let's be honest my skills in this area are a bit rusty), I decided to go with a simple design.

I am happy and the plant seems to be doing well in it's new home.

You can take the girl out of the "70's but I guess you can't take the "70's out of the girl!   

Friday, September 25, 2015

Giving Thanks Friday

(The wire below the mirror is actually a string of lights - such fun as the evenings get darker.)

This week I am thankful for: 

The first bite of a crisp apple - juice running down your face.    

Fluffy white towels warm from the dryer.

My husband's suggestion of Subway sandwiches for dinner on a night where I am too drained to think let alone cook.    

The completion of a bathroom renovation for my parents and the joy it is bringing them. 

Family who rally the troops when battle is necessary.

The waning blossoms of summer carrying us in to a new season.

The Peace that passes all understanding.  


What are you thankful for?

May your weekend be filled with wonder, laced with peace and bursting with love...

(Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good: his love endures forever. Psalm 118:1) 

Friday, September 11, 2015

Giving Thanks Friday

This week I am thankful for: 

The crisp morning fog that greets us signaling a change of season is on the horizon.  

A simple glass of fizzy juice in a vintage stemmed glass.  It takes the beverage experience to a whole other level.  

The drivers of the faithful yellow school bus picking up and dropping off the little and big.  What precious cargo they transport. 

Bare toes in the warm summer sand with a view of beautiful blue that stretches beyond sight.

A husband and son-in-law willing to spend their after work hours and weekends to renovate my parents bathroom while they are on vacation.  (Can't wait for them to see it!)

Firefighters:  The local volunteers who work full time jobs, spend much of their free time in training and are often called out in the middle of the night to save property and households and sometimes those inside.  The full time firefighters fighting fires everywhere from commercial buildings and businesses, to homes and even on the water. The wild land and hot shot firefighters who fight grueling wildfires, often in the hottest of temperatures, on land, by helicopter and jumping from planes even.  And on this anniversary of September 11, all the brave heroes who responded on that day, many whom were injured or lost their lives serving and protecting others.  We will not forget.  We salute you all.      


What are you thankful for?

May your weekend be filled with wonder, laced with peace and bursting with love...

(Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good: his love endures forever. Psalm 118:1) 

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Dare to soar

Life has been a bit challenging around here this week.  I spotted this beautiful creature near the river just minutes from home.  The photos are not great quality because I had to shoot quickly.   It was a perfectly timed reminder though to not let my circumstances (actually those of family I dearly love) keep my heart grounded, to let those burdens go, to renew my strength, to rise higher, to soar.        

One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.

(Helen Keller)

When circumstances try to ground you
You were made to soar.

(Is. 40:31)

Refuse to be average.
Let your heart soar as high as it will.

(AW Tozer)

Whatever challenges you may be facing this day

I pray you are able to rise above them.

Dare to soar.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Never stop singing

For me, a special part of the heatwave we have been experiencing here in the Pacific Northwest has been the ability to venture outdoors in the early, cool hours of the morning with a steaming mug of tea to just be still.  

In that stillness the other morning I heard a horse across the road begin to whinny.  After a pause, I heard another across the valley respond back, the solo becoming a duet.  

As I listened closer I could hear the crow of a rooster join in to form a trio.  

Adding to what was definitely now a barnyard band, a few chickens and a duck. 

Rounding out the voices were several bleating goats.  

A wonderful morning symphony found in the stillness.  
I smiled widely.
 I found myself wanting to join their praise, 
to add my voice to their song.

God gave us each a voice and those individual voices matter.  

Just think of the many ways they can be used for good:  
To compliment, to encourage, to honor, to praise, 
to love. 

 To speak out, to speak for, to speak peace, 
to speak life.  

Your voice is special and unique, 
yours alone to use.
Your one voice is good.  
One voice can make a difference.  
But when we join our voices together, 
they grow stronger 
and louder.

The music we make with our combined voices
 is a glorious thing.

So sing that solo, 
form a duet, 
even a trio, 
join a band
perform with a symphony.

Let your voice be heard as only you can speak it.  

Just never stop singing
 the brilliant song 
you were given.   

Linking up here today:  Three Word WednesdayRoses of Inspiration