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I’m not an Eyeore, I’m a Tigger… If you know me, and by now you should, you know one of my thorns is depression. I struggle from time to time. Usually, I can feel this building, I pray, and I seek strength from others occasionally. A sweet lady at church, who has my heart, told me one day, “You are not an Eyeore, you are a Tigger”. Oh my!!! You see, I’m always bouncing around doing, but we don’t often think of the reality of what someone portrays is not always how they are i

Difficult Days… Matthew 11:28, ““Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” When I have difficult days, I go to God. I pray. I seek His grace and mercy. When those I love have difficult days, I do the same. The only difference is, I cannot “fix” the issue for others. I really can’t fix the issue for me, but even more, I can’t do that for those I love. Oh, I try. There lies the problem and truth. That isn’t up to me. That isn’t what God want

My Crazy…Our Path Warning, long but insightful blog ahead. The last six weeks or so has been fast and furious. The district I work for now has broken away from a district they consolidated with many many years prior. It has been difficult to put it mildly, but there is hope and purpose. This past week we were all working furiously. My team (God’s team) was there minus one, I can call them that because I had a say in their hiring and asked a few to come back to work alongside

The Taste… There is a little drive-in that my husband and I have visited since we were high school sweethearts 45 years ago. The owners have changed throughout the years, but the soft serve ice cream has not. I like to go there for a milkshake, cone, cup, or sundae. The taste is sweet, but the reminder of days gone by is what brings me back time and again. (Oh, but I do love ice cream. My grandson and I share this passion for sweets.) This sweet girl has been at the drive-in

It’s A Brain Thing… I am fascinated with clouds. As a child, I would lay on the ground and watch clouds. I could see in them animals, objects, buildings, and faces. I could be transported from the world around into a fairytale world through the simple fluffy puffs within the sky. Thunderstorm clouds are no different. When the thunder rumbles in the distance, I will sit on my porch and watch as the storm gathers. The skies transform and the clouds come alive. I breathe in the

Liberty… According to Merriam Webster, the definition of liberty is simply “the quality or state of being free”. Depending on your place in society, your choices, your country, your religion, and so many other factors, being free is different for everyone. Roughly 60% of Americans consider themselves Christians. That means that only a little over half of the people who live in what is considered the freest nation on Earth are actually free. The other 40% are in bondage. You

Something More… I absolutely love painting. It is my therapy. I can take a piece of lauan, cardboard, paper, glass, or a blank canvas, draw on a pattern and go to town. I mix paints, try shades, paint over if I mess up, and try again. No fear when it comes to painting. Each medium is an opportunity for something more than the blankness that exists at the beginning. Each piece is an expression of me. I say it has character. My oldest son is a machinist. He starts with a piece