Saturday, July 21, 2018

Paper Junkie

I came across this blog post written in 2013 and decided to revive it by bringing it to the forefront. 

I’ve often been referred to as a junkie. Not a junkie weirded out on drugs or anything like that , well, I suppose there are some who might think I am, but I’m referring to a somewhat more idealistic , romantic junkie..…a saver  of sentimental keepsakes.   

A few years ago I was moving boxes and bins and came across two bins marked “old stuff, save”…I know….I’m so ingenious when it comes to labeling !  I’m certain the note was there not because I, the queen of junk, would ever toss the contents, but out of fear that the children of this junkie queen, would.  

 I opened the first bin and began rummaging through…..newspaper articles, grade school report cards, (mine and my daughters), pictures from coloring books, invitations to weddings, baby showers, graduations, parties, thank you notes.  And Cards…handmade cards, birthday cards, cards from my children with scrawled letters, pictures and stickers, anniversary cards, sympathy cards, Easter cards, Christmas Cards…some neatly wrapped in a ribbon and marked the year they were received. 

Near the bottom of one bin, I found my  old  fountain pen. Remember these? 

The ones with the pointed tip …the ones that made anyone’s penmanship seem pleasingly  sophisticated. I still remember the feel of the glide across the page, writing for hours with that pen…

I found skeletons of poems written in blue ….their pages yellowed and aged by folds and fading ink. There are letters from old boyfriends, high school friends, sisters, brothers, aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews, co-workers, my grandmother. 

There’s the very last letter my mother wrote to me, the last one I wrote to my dad wrapped in satin ribbon, treasures for life ..   

Reading them takes me back to another place and time, finds me gazing through the window of  Memories that I have cherished for years and will leave for my children and grandchildren.

When I think about letter writing, it seems like the next best thing to showing up at someone’s door. I mean think about it… pen touches the stationery, my fingers touch the paper and seal the envelope. This delicate  item travels through machines and other hands until it reaches the recipient who then touches  what I touched, the paper. A connection made that e-mail, twitter, facebook, texting, all those modern day communications will never duplicate. 

I have found amazing joy in writing and receiving letters ; there are letters and notes of hope and happiness, dreams and aspirations, delightfully filled with the writer’s pure and beautiful language, written with ease and naturalness; long letters of friendship and love, revealing the pureness of heart. 

Have you ever thought it was tedious work or too demanding of your time to pour your thoughts out onto a piece of paper, to let your day to day thoughts and happenings become the story that just might touch someone's heart or give them a glimmer of hope, a word to hold onto in perhaps a troubled moment of their own...don't let these moments pass you disciples of Christ, one small piece of yourself may draw someone to the Cross, may lead them to the Living Word..

I decided to set aside some time in this fast paced electronic technological world and write letters to my children and grandchildren, dear friends. What a blessing it is to know I've left for them...A Legacy of Letters....

Of all the things I possess in this world, there is none quite as special to me as the joy of writing and it is a legacy I can leave....words of love, straight from the heart. No password required.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

God is doing something wonderful in the deep places of my heart.

Fast Jump to 2018

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Saturday, November 15, 2014

The Hard Stuff


A recent visit to my sisterhood blog has me contemplating a November writing challenge.....
 "learning to thank God in/with the hard stuff." 

 I haven't penned much of anything in the past couple years, but when I read my morning's devotional it reminded me of a blog post from a few years back...writing from what I believed...that I will have  struggles and hard times but God is watchful of how I handle a trial versus the trial itself or more precisely, how I glorify Him without drawing attention to me or the trial. That is not meant to imply I can't mention a particular circumstance, but God's healing, love, and continual provision are first, foremost and testimony; to take my focus off God takes me  to where danger lies.

This morning I was reading through the three booklets of poetry I self published.

I, as the author, can remember the particular situation I was facing when I wrote each one, yet none of them pinpoint or mention a specific trial or experience. That is the beauty of poetry for me....and a comfort...both in the writing and reading. Aside from sharing with my blood sisters and a few intimate friends, my life is not an open book and I've always preferred it that way....I am a private person yet poetry allows an outlet...a release to express myself, God's love through intense or excruciating circumstances.

In the past couple years, I have allowed my heart, my focus to center more on my trial than on God. I'm not saying I doubted God or walked away from my faith; but my focus has been so painfully centered on how to survive financially and emotionally that I submitted to whomever and whatever came my way to make life bearable or workable. Vulnerable. I found myself recipient of bullying, unfair tactics, manipulation, deceit, lies, etc,etc. You know "all the stuff that makes the world go round, the stuff we all try to dodge as best we can". Still I was believing, always believing I was gonna be alright....I was gonna get through this. Well, the end result has been frustration, anger, disappointment, disillusionment. Sound familiar to anyone?  It all sounds so ridiculous and pitiful to me. Quite frankly I've grown tired of all of it, all that battle, grown tired of dealing with others and ultimately grown tired of me and my attitude. 

The last few years have taken me along a lost path and through a painful lesson, a season of growth; one that stretched me beyond what I wanted, prayed for or even thought myself capable....

one, that in due time will find it's rightful place poetically; 

one that will comfort me, perhaps others in future years when all their HOPE seems gone.  

It is one that once again reinforced my belief that God is my focus in every aspect of my life; He is the One that strengthens, guides, protects  and encourages me. At the end of my day, I am so thankful God is with me through the hard stuff.  


Streams in the Desert, Saturday November 15, 2014

For we do not want you to be unaware, brothers and sisters, regarding the affliction that happened to us in the province of Asia, that we were burdened excessively, beyond our strength, so that we despaired even of living.
(2 Cor 1:8)

But he said to me, “My grace is enough for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” So then, I will boast most gladly about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may reside in me. (2 Cor 12:9)
God allowed the crisis to close around Jacob on the night when he bowed at Peniel in supplication, to bring him to the place where he could take hold of God as he never would have done; and from that narrow pass of peril, Jacob became enlarged in his faith and knowledge of God, and in the power of a new and victorious life.
God had to compel David, by a long and painful discipline of years, to learn the almighty power and faithfulness of his God, and grow up into the established principles of faith and godliness, which were indispensable for his glorious career as the king of Israel.
Nothing but the extremities in which Paul was constantly placed could ever have taught him, and taught the Church through him, the full meaning of the great promise he so learned to claim, “My grace is sufficient for thee.”
And nothing but our trials and perils would ever have led some of us to know Him as we do, to trust Him as we have, and to draw from Him the measures of grace which our very extremities made indispensable.
Difficulties and obstacles are God’s challenges to faith. When hindrances confront us in the path of duty, we are to recognize them as vessels for faith to fill with the fullness and all-sufficiency of Jesus; and as we go forward, simply and fully trusting Him, we may be tested, we may have to wait and let patience have her perfect work; but we shall surely find at last the stone rolled away, and the Lord waiting to render unto us double for our time of testing.
—A. B. Simpson

Thursday, February 27, 2014

In Quiet and Rest

This is where I have found myself the past couple years. Working through, praying through in quiet and rest. 

 From Streams in the Desert by L.B.Cowman 2/27/2014

And Jacob was left alone; and there wrestled a man with him until the breaking of the day (Gen. 32:24).

Left alone! What different sensations those words conjure up to each of us. To some they spell loneliness and desolation, to others rest and quiet. To be left alone without God, would be too awful for words, but to be left alone with Him is a foretaste of Heaven! If His followers spent more time alone with Him, we should have spiritual giants again.

The Master set us an example. Note how often He went to be alone with God; and He had a mighty purpose behind the command, "When thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray."

The greatest miracles of Elijah and Elisha took place when they were alone with God. It was alone with God that Jacob became a prince; and just there that we, too, may become princes--"men (aye, and women too!) wondered at" (Zech. 3:8). Joshua was alone when the Lord came to him. (Josh. 1:1) Gideon and Jephthah were by themselves when commissioned to save Israel. (Judges 6:11 and 11:29) Moses was by himself at the wilderness bush. (Exodus 3:1-5) Cornelius was praying by himself when the angel came to him. (Acts 10:2) No one was with Peter on the house top, when he was instructed to go to the Gentiles. (Acts 10:9) John the Baptist was alone in the wilderness (Luke 1:90), and John the Beloved alone in Patmos, when nearest God. (Rev. 1:9)

Covet to get alone with God. If we neglect it, we not only rob ourselves, but others too, of blessing, since when we are blessed we are able to pass on blessing to others. It may mean less outside work; it must mean more depth and power, and the consequence, too, will be "they saw no man save Jesus only."

To be alone with God in prayer cannot be over-emphasized.

If chosen men had never been alone,
In deepest silence open-doored to God,
No greatness ever had been dreamed or done.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

The Beauty In Silence

I’ve spent the past three weeks in quiet anticipation of an opportunity involving change and challenge. I am not one who has ever been fearful of either, but willingly admit the thirty days prior to the past three weeks brought me great distress.

I am ever so grateful how the Lord walked me through that time. When I wanted to mouth off to the world about injustice, deception and lies, yada yada yada, HE showed me the beauty in silence.

When I was offended by words of “it is what it is” take it or leave it, when loyalty and dedication no longer mattered, HE showed me the beauty in silence.

Had I been inclined to go into battle or embrace the mindset of "I’m going to give all of them a piece of my mind, show them a thing or two"…..HE showed me the beauty in silence.

Praise His Holy Name for I feel certain I would be facing something far more detrimental had I made a different choice. Rebuking revenge, bitterness and anger, I sought the company of the Lord, found complete peace through His truth, discernment and wisdom. I rejected the “oh why me” that is readily available in times of trial and prayed, “use me Lord.” 

Psalm 141:3-4 

Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth; 
keep watch over the door of my lips! 
Do not let my heart incline to any evil, 
 to busy myself with wicked deeds
 in company with men who work iniquity, 
 and let me not eat of their delicacies!

When I contemplate my continuing journey, this new beginning, He has spoken deeply to my heart to not get caught up in the chaos of the world, but to go forth in courage and strength, with a resolute calm, mindful of how my words and actions affect others, to keep my mouth silenced of senseless barter, to speak encouragement and kind advice to others.

Gratitude erases bitterness and transforms our past
Our cup of sorrow and joy, when lifted for others to see and celebrate, becomes a cup to life . . . Mostly, we are willing to look back at our lives and say: "I am grateful for the good things that brought me to this place.” But when we lift our cup to life, we must dare to say: "I am grateful for all that has happened to me and led me to this moment. This gratitude which embraces all or our past is what makes our life a true gift for others, because this gratitude erases bitterness, resentments, regret, and revenge as well as all jealousies and rivalries. It transforms our past into a fruitful gift for the future, and makes our life, all of it, into a life that gives life.
(Taken from  CAN YOU DRINK THE CUP by Henri J.M. Nouwen)

Throughout the past few weeks, I have been refreshed, rejuvenated by reaching out into the blogging community. Reading into the heart of others always blesses me.  This morning I found myself directed to one blogger and listening to The Ball Brothers “All I Have To Be”. The words reiterated  God’s perfect timing in my life.

"will you meet me in this moment,
be the calm before the storm,
before I walk into the chaos
of the world outside my door.
Let me sit with you in silence
and hear you remind me Lord,
all I have to be,
all I have to be
is yours"

 Proverbs 25:11
 A word fitly spoken 
is like apples of gold 
in a setting of silver. 

Blessings on your day !

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Everything beautiful

My new year is getting off to a much different start than I expected; one I admit I wasn't prepared for. It's my own fault, allowing myself to get into an "ahhhh" zone thinking life is moving along smoothly with no more abrupt interruptions, isn't life a breeze attitude.  NOT so. 

 Everything has its time. A time for every purpose.  

So I shall consider it of His purpose and my instruction, as I wait out the interruptions; for God is sovereign and is in complete control over everything that happens.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

  A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Blessings on your day!

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Welcome 2014

I am embarking on a new and glorious year.....
one in which doors are open,  opportunities await 
and His provision covers me.....

but the land which you cross over to possess is a land of hills and valleys, which drinks water from the rain of heaven, a land which the Lord your God cares; the eyes of the Lord your God are always on it, from the beginning of the year to the very end of the year....Deuteronomy 11: 11-12

He leads us on by paths we did not know;
Upward He leads us, though our steps be slow,
Though oft we faint and falter on the way,
Though storms and darkness oft obscure the day;
Yet when the clouds are gone,
We know He leads us on.
He leads us on through all the unquiet years;
Past all our dreamland hopes, and doubts and fears,
He guides our steps, through all the tangled maze
Of losses, sorrows, and o’er clouded days;
We know His will is done;
And still He leads us on.
--Nicholaus Ludwig Zinzendorf
Borrowed in Part
"Streams in the Desert"

Monday, November 25, 2013

Season's Change

It's been a superb Autumn.....a season like no other; full of incredible colors, sunrise and sunsets ablaze, carefree moments with family and friends, hugs from children, grandbaby kisses, visitors from afar,   memories anew, tantalizing scents and leaves crunching.......brisk morning air, a winter's tease, goodbye..

when all the familiar
is swept away

God's love reassuringly remains

 superb indeed

Now therefore stand still, that I may reason with you before the LORD of all the righteous acts of the LORD, which he did to you and to your fathers. 1 Samuel 12:7

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Winters of Youth

it fell last night
the first delightful 
dusting of snow.

wrapped snug and warm
behind pane of glass
I watched
snowflake upon snowflake
playfully descend,
awakening fond memories of 
mittens ,
the latter most assuredly filled
with double socked feet 
prepared to contend with
the onslaught of season's change
or occasionally find themselves
snug in perfectly laced figure skates, 
blades set down on  frozen river, 
white against icy white
eager to glide freely until
 frost bitten rosy red cheeks,
call one home. 

whimsical and unforgettable, 
 those care-free days
of youth and  innocence
 drift ever so gently 
into the quiet places
 of aging heart
 sparkling, shimmering, magical
as winter’s  first  snow.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Music Speaks

Cooler temperatures, chili on the stove, the hum of the sewing machine, music in the background....all familiar smells, sounds....the feel of Fall in the night air.....

I came across this song and must have played it five or six of those folksy, down home, gospel tunes...the words spoke to my heart....

give a listen, bet you will like it !
Jesus lead me to your healing waters
Take me down to your healing stream
Jesus lead me to your healing waters
Take me down and wash me clean

Many days have gone since I first loved you
Now I'm out here wanderin' on my own
Never have I known more that I need you
Than out here wanderin' all alone

Saturday, September 14, 2013


Have you ever stopped to think of all the times God tries to get your attention?

Sometimes I am amazed at how stubborn and prideful the heart can be. 
This past year, September to September,  has been such a time for me. God's been doing
a very real work in my heart...things that to some would seem so very basic and easy but for me
these changes have been life stop holding on to destructive habits, not realizing they were destructive...stop holding on to  negative thoughts, thinking they were just my opinions, my beliefs...
so many old ways of a nutshell, it's been  a painful ordeal for me, foreign in many ways as I've always been comfortable with my "off the cuff, spontaneous" approach towards life...I liked
to do things my own way...after all, don't I know what is best for little ole me???? HAHA evidently not.

On the plus side, it's been a time of intense awareness that change doesn't mean life is over. These changes, these areas He has brought to a STOP are necessary as I walk me into the next chapter of life...renewed, restored, healed, with a new patience, a peace  in my heart...

A lot of people think I am struggling with life, but I am not. I have had tears, I have sensed some confusion letting go of the things that once held my desire but no longer do...but again as I am coming into a new chapter....I believe He is preparing my heart to live life fully, embrace it courageously...
and  He is and always has been ready to fill me with immeasurable joy......

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Peace and Blessings

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. Proverbs 3:5,6

Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strenghten thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord. Psalm 62:5

Be strong and of good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them: for the Lord thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee. Deuteronomy 31:6

Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.Psalm 55:22

Fear thou not: for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengten thee; yea I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness. Isaiah 41:10

But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and forever. II Peter 3:18

Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created. Revelation 4:11

Sunday, April 14, 2013


"For we are His workmanship,
created in Christ Jesus for good works,
which God prepared beforehand
that we should walk in them." 
Ephesians 2:10

When I think of all the acts of God, "creative" expreses Him so well. Not only creation as in the earth and sky, the water and air, mountains and oceans, but what about the humming birds, the dragonflies, the trees in their Fall splendor, the evergreens that never change.

How about when He created you and me, when we were created in His image he shared with us his capacity for creativity.

Are you creative in your worship of Him, in your study of the Word, in your daily tasks, in your personality... are you funny, serious, thoughtful, persevering. Are you an artist, a cook, a gardner, a seamstrees, a writer? Do you love to do for others, clean, babysit, are you a mother, a wife, a nurse, a doctor, a carpenter, an office worker?

I often times hear others wishing they could do this thing or wishing they could be like so and so and most of the time I doubt they intend to be ungrateful of their own abilities. I am discovering for myself that whatever it is I do, God gave certain unique and creative abilities to me and it is important to honor Him by putting them to full use and to be thankful for the gifts He has given.

Have a blessed day.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Moving With Christ

I was thinking today of all the places I've lived, the number of times I've moved in my lifetime and the number soars well beyond twenty. Some days I feel like a gypsy : )

Then I narrowed it down to the number of times any of those moves were ones I actually sought God on. Number comes up to zero.

Doesn't mean He hasn't blessed any of those moves, just means I didn't pray or ask His will in any of them. Some of them were not of my doing, moves of my youth, but many of them occurred well into my adult years.

I wasn't aware of my need for Him in decision making, I wasn't aware of so much.....God is very much in my current and all moves hereafter......

Monday, January 9, 2012

Dear Lord

there is nothing more precious

than to watch Your love

pour out to others

heart to heart
friend to friend
across the land

 makes my heart glad

when another is blessed.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Welcome 2012

2012, a new year, new beginnings; a new blog.

 ♫  It is well, with my soul ♫

My first post is a song (of course, what else?) which will be the overall  theme for this new blog and all the writings that come forth.

This blog is totally about me and the God I have come to believe, honor and trust and it's about Jesus Christ, His son who died that I might live and it's about the Holy Spirit who guides me each and every moment of my day.

Included in the "me" part there's my two lovely daughters, my son-in-law, my grand-daughter, my grand-son, my soon-to-be-ex (husband..tis sad, yes I know. may the grieving end), my siblings, my parents, my sisters and brothers in the Lord, my blogging friends, my face-book friends, my job, my co-workers, my town, my state, my country (that was almost over the top too patriotic for me).

Life is about laughing, loving, singing, listening, believing, trusting, overcoming, achieving,  It's about understanding and facing the joy, sorrow, disappointment, sadness, lost dreams, anger, hurt, the dying. It's all about embracing the Truth, what's real, the beauty, the gift of Grace, the power of prayer, Our Creator.

Writing about such things is sometimes a isn't always fine-tuned or expertly penned; sometimes it comes by way of a poem. Most of the time it's sharing of the's genuine and it's just me....

Rambling Along