The most perfect moment. A dreamy setting. A most perfect destination.
And I said it ... I am crazy madly wildly in love with you.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Unconventional Ways
How does God speak to you? In what ways do you hear His voice and know He is gently guiding and letting you know He is there?
I am job hunting.
Remaining open to what comes next in life, I absolutely believe that God knows already and there is purpose to where I will go for a season or until my days working are done.
It is for me to remain open, to search, and to remain open. Yes, I repeated myself because my internal radar says that it could be anything. For some that may be scary, for me I'm curious.
Every. Single. Day. I pour over job opportunities and apply to many every day.
There is silence. Not a bite on positions I far surpass in qualification, positions that would challenge myself, and everything in between. It is that wall that says to sit still. I am in tune to God, so I know there is a reason.
I am sitting still, but going stir crazy.
I smile often and want to squint my eyes at God and say, "Okay, what are you up to now?" I do put out my wants every day as if He may forget. I want a job that pays significantly well. I want a job that brings me immense satisfaction. I want the perfect job that I have been prepared for and I want the ideal hours that will complement my life and those most important to me.
Divine intervention here, please!
Out of no where I randomly thought of Joel Osteen. I haven't read anything from him in months and honestly, I needed a little inspiration. My Magical Highlighter met me there and I got the message as clear as a sunny day ...
Follow This Man’s Example if You Want to See
As Jesus stood before the blind man, I can imagine you could hear a pin drop. Perfectly quiet yet filled with great anticipation. The blind man is probably waiting to hear Jesus speak a word of healing; but instead, all he hears is Jesus spitting on the ground. Imagine what was going on in his mind. "I thought He was going to pray for me. I thought He was going to touch my eyes. Why is He spitting?"
Jesus made mud out of dirt and his spittle and He placed it on the man's eyes. Jesus was unconventional. There was no precedent for this ever happening before in the Scripture. Elijah never did it, Elisha, or Moses. This was the first instance this method had ever been used. The blind man could have said, "Get this off of my eyes. This doesn't make sense. This isn't going to do any good." But he didn't. He didn't have God in a box. He stayed open. Then, Jesus instructed him to wash it off. When he did, he could see perfectly clear for the first time.
My question today is: are you open for God to use a new method to bring your dreams to pass? What if God answers your prayers differently than you were expecting? What if He doesn't use the people that you thought He would use? Are you going to follow this blind man's example and stay open and say, "God, I trust You. Do it Your way," or are you going to have God in a box and miss your miracle?
I believe what comes next for me may very well be different than what I would expect in the normal. It is safe to say, I am actually pretty much nervously expecting this.
It is for me to stay open.
I am job hunting.
Remaining open to what comes next in life, I absolutely believe that God knows already and there is purpose to where I will go for a season or until my days working are done.
It is for me to remain open, to search, and to remain open. Yes, I repeated myself because my internal radar says that it could be anything. For some that may be scary, for me I'm curious.
Every. Single. Day. I pour over job opportunities and apply to many every day.
There is silence. Not a bite on positions I far surpass in qualification, positions that would challenge myself, and everything in between. It is that wall that says to sit still. I am in tune to God, so I know there is a reason.
I am sitting still, but going stir crazy.
I smile often and want to squint my eyes at God and say, "Okay, what are you up to now?" I do put out my wants every day as if He may forget. I want a job that pays significantly well. I want a job that brings me immense satisfaction. I want the perfect job that I have been prepared for and I want the ideal hours that will complement my life and those most important to me.
Divine intervention here, please!
Out of no where I randomly thought of Joel Osteen. I haven't read anything from him in months and honestly, I needed a little inspiration. My Magical Highlighter met me there and I got the message as clear as a sunny day ...
Follow This Man’s Example if You Want to See
In John chapter nine, Jesus was traveling through a town. He encountered a man who had been blind since his birth. Jesus went over to the man. The blind man had heard that this healer was in town, a man who could perform miracles, and he was so excited. Out of all the people in the city now Jesus is standing before him. No doubt someone had told him how Jesus touched another blind man's eyes and made him see; or how Jesus had spoke and a little girl was healed. He probably heard how Jesus prayed for a leper and he was cleansed, or even that He commanded a dead man to come back to life. There were many different methods Jesus used to heal people. I can imagine this blind man was expecting Jesus to do something like He had done before.
As Jesus stood before the blind man, I can imagine you could hear a pin drop. Perfectly quiet yet filled with great anticipation. The blind man is probably waiting to hear Jesus speak a word of healing; but instead, all he hears is Jesus spitting on the ground. Imagine what was going on in his mind. "I thought He was going to pray for me. I thought He was going to touch my eyes. Why is He spitting?"
Jesus made mud out of dirt and his spittle and He placed it on the man's eyes. Jesus was unconventional. There was no precedent for this ever happening before in the Scripture. Elijah never did it, Elisha, or Moses. This was the first instance this method had ever been used. The blind man could have said, "Get this off of my eyes. This doesn't make sense. This isn't going to do any good." But he didn't. He didn't have God in a box. He stayed open. Then, Jesus instructed him to wash it off. When he did, he could see perfectly clear for the first time.
My question today is: are you open for God to use a new method to bring your dreams to pass? What if God answers your prayers differently than you were expecting? What if He doesn't use the people that you thought He would use? Are you going to follow this blind man's example and stay open and say, "God, I trust You. Do it Your way," or are you going to have God in a box and miss your miracle?
___________
The words were not in bold print, but they mind as well have been. I got the message.I believe what comes next for me may very well be different than what I would expect in the normal. It is safe to say, I am actually pretty much nervously expecting this.
It is for me to stay open.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Summer Oasis
Sippin' the most delicious Sangria on a warm and sunny day ...
in a vineyard with the sounds of nature surrounding us and others picnicking in celebration of summer.
Lost in a perfect summer oasis setting, spending time and relaxing with the most handsome boy ever.
in a vineyard with the sounds of nature surrounding us and others picnicking in celebration of summer.
Lost in a perfect summer oasis setting, spending time and relaxing with the most handsome boy ever.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
18 Birthday Pixie Dust
Being 18 years old is not a rite of passage to entitled adulthood.
Upon an 18th birthday, pixie dust does not magically transform a teenager into a well-educated, experienced, and established adult ready to make any and all sound decisions.
It comes with rules and boundaries, especially if one still lives under Mommy's roof.
Just a brief reminder conversation that need to be said today.
"But, I'm 18 ... [insert whine]"
You do have rights, sweet girl. I know you have very high hopes of total freedom turning 18. You have the right to have a roof over your head, food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a comfy bed to sleep in, and the freedom of a car to drive and a cell phone to use ... while you are living under my roof.
Upon an 18th birthday, pixie dust does not magically transform a teenager into a well-educated, experienced, and established adult ready to make any and all sound decisions.
It comes with rules and boundaries, especially if one still lives under Mommy's roof.
Just a brief reminder conversation that need to be said today.
"But, I'm 18 ... [insert whine]"
You do have rights, sweet girl. I know you have very high hopes of total freedom turning 18. You have the right to have a roof over your head, food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a comfy bed to sleep in, and the freedom of a car to drive and a cell phone to use ... while you are living under my roof.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
The Summer of 2013
Summer break has officially come to an end in our home.
My girls are back to school [Thank you, Jesus!] and I find myself guilty of much pensive reflection summing up the summer of 2013.
Accomplishing more than I anticipated for this summer, I look back in awe of the constant blessings in my life.
My favorite summer activities enjoyed from biking, hiking, tennis, picnicking, strolling in botanical gardens, endless walks in the parks, patio lunches with girlfriends, tons of girlfriend time, much needed at home time with my both of my girls. Windows open and my mornings spent quietly with a cup of coffee writing as the favorite start to my day. I even launched my women of the Bible site that has been a thought for many years.
Unanticipated time off work this summer, still with no regrets.
My mental checklist of household projects for this summer totally accomplished.
Falling in love. I smile in reflection of the romantic trips ... to Headlands Beach, listening to bands play outdoors under the stars on warm summer nights, a spontaneous trip to Put-In-Bay, surprise destinations where I wasn't allowed to know where we were going until we got there, ice cream cones, days spent on a Harley in the summer sun behind the sexiest guy, cooking/grilling together, endless hours spent on the patio talking, sharing, and learning about one another.
Time.
I had time for all the things I love. For all the things in life that are important to me.
I don't take time for granted. I appreciate every single gift in my life, God knows my grateful heart.
Summer is a season. Lavishly blessed and covered in protection in so many ways, I look back on this summer as a gentle rain of blessings that continue to cover me.
My girls are back to school [Thank you, Jesus!] and I find myself guilty of much pensive reflection summing up the summer of 2013.
Accomplishing more than I anticipated for this summer, I look back in awe of the constant blessings in my life.
My favorite summer activities enjoyed from biking, hiking, tennis, picnicking, strolling in botanical gardens, endless walks in the parks, patio lunches with girlfriends, tons of girlfriend time, much needed at home time with my both of my girls. Windows open and my mornings spent quietly with a cup of coffee writing as the favorite start to my day. I even launched my women of the Bible site that has been a thought for many years.
Unanticipated time off work this summer, still with no regrets.
My mental checklist of household projects for this summer totally accomplished.
Falling in love. I smile in reflection of the romantic trips ... to Headlands Beach, listening to bands play outdoors under the stars on warm summer nights, a spontaneous trip to Put-In-Bay, surprise destinations where I wasn't allowed to know where we were going until we got there, ice cream cones, days spent on a Harley in the summer sun behind the sexiest guy, cooking/grilling together, endless hours spent on the patio talking, sharing, and learning about one another.
Time.
I had time for all the things I love. For all the things in life that are important to me.
I don't take time for granted. I appreciate every single gift in my life, God knows my grateful heart.
Summer is a season. Lavishly blessed and covered in protection in so many ways, I look back on this summer as a gentle rain of blessings that continue to cover me.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
How Great Thou Art
Recently, a Facebook friend posted a video clip of Carrie Underwood singing one of my favorite Christian hymn's, How Great Thou Art, and she knocked it out of the park!
Listening to the words passionately written, I wondered who wrote the song and what was their inspiration ...
Listening to the words passionately written, I wondered who wrote the song and what was their inspiration ...
"How Great Thou Art"
O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
And when I think of God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
And when I think of God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
I love that! Then sings not me, but my soul. My spirit. My heart. The spiritual part of me as a person.
Many times have I known my heart to sing, my soul beyond grateful and thankful to God. It is that part of me that wanted to know who wrote this breathtaking hymn. Who wrote it and what was their inspiration?
There are several versions of interpretation for this inspirational of this song, but quite honestly the not very credible Wikipedia was my favorite. It gave the most detailed perspective that actually made sense in the world of inspiration where the other sites provided a cold and blunt interpretation, that couldn't have been true for the beautifully written words. According to Wikipedia ...
"How Great Thou Art" is a Christian hymn based on a Swedish poem written by Carl Gustav Boberg (1859–1940) in Sweden in 1885 when he was only 26 years old.
Carl Boberg and some friends were returning home to Mönsterås from Kronobäck, where they had participated in an afternoon service. Nature was at its peak that radiant afternoon. Presently a thundercloud appeared on the horizon, and soon sharp lightning flashed across the sky. Strong winds swept over the meadows and billowing fields of grain. The thunder pealed in loud claps. Then rain came in cool fresh showers. In a little while the storm was over, and a rainbow appeared.
The inspiration for the poem came when Boberg was walking home and listening to church bells. A sudden awe-inspiring storm gripped Boberg’s attention, and then just as suddenly as it had made its violent entrance, it subsided to a peaceful calm.
When Boberg arrived home, he opened the window and saw the bay of Mönsterås like a mirror before him… From the woods on the other side of the bay, he heard the song of a thrush ... the church bells were tolling in the quiet evening. It was this series of sights, sounds, and experiences that inspired the writing of the song.
When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Date Night Movie
Somebody has such a crush ... on my guy!
Brooke has drove me nuts for well over one month to see the movie The Purge. He suggests the three of us going together to see this scary movie last night and made one little girl extremely happy.
For the rest of the world The Purge probably isn't scary, but for me it has been literally years upon years since I have watched anything less than a romance or comedy movie. I don't like to be afraid.
Brooke was giddy with happiness. She called shotgun climbing in his truck and during conversation driving there, I notice she has on make-up and her new dress I just bought her that day.
She looks as if she is on a date. With my boyfriend!
In her excitement, she stakes a claim about his truck, "if/when/someday/married ...his truck." She just said that! I'm not sure exactly what, how she phrased it, her words became a blur. She put it out there as matter of fact that the sun will come up in the morning. My eyes flew open and as my head turns to look out the window to disguise my wild eyed expression, I believe I caught in my peripheral vision his head turning to me. Probably in the same wild eyed expression, but I'm uncertain. This all happened in 1.2 milliseconds. There may have been 5 seconds of awkward silence, again my brain was in echo mode and I cannot even say what was said for the rest of the ride to the theater.
My little girl bursting at the seams with happiness all dressed up, going to see this scary movie she has been desperately wanting to see, and my guy was making it happen for her.
Giddy with happiness. Non-stop chatter. I want to throw ice water on her to cool her off.
It was everything she wanted it to be.
Me? I kept my eyes shut and face buried in his shoulder at least 1/2 of the movie and kept thinking "happy thoughts" to drown out the scary sound effects.
Brooke has drove me nuts for well over one month to see the movie The Purge. He suggests the three of us going together to see this scary movie last night and made one little girl extremely happy.
For the rest of the world The Purge probably isn't scary, but for me it has been literally years upon years since I have watched anything less than a romance or comedy movie. I don't like to be afraid.
Brooke was giddy with happiness. She called shotgun climbing in his truck and during conversation driving there, I notice she has on make-up and her new dress I just bought her that day.
She looks as if she is on a date. With my boyfriend!
In her excitement, she stakes a claim about his truck, "if/when/someday/married ...his truck." She just said that! I'm not sure exactly what, how she phrased it, her words became a blur. She put it out there as matter of fact that the sun will come up in the morning. My eyes flew open and as my head turns to look out the window to disguise my wild eyed expression, I believe I caught in my peripheral vision his head turning to me. Probably in the same wild eyed expression, but I'm uncertain. This all happened in 1.2 milliseconds. There may have been 5 seconds of awkward silence, again my brain was in echo mode and I cannot even say what was said for the rest of the ride to the theater.
My little girl bursting at the seams with happiness all dressed up, going to see this scary movie she has been desperately wanting to see, and my guy was making it happen for her.
Giddy with happiness. Non-stop chatter. I want to throw ice water on her to cool her off.
It was everything she wanted it to be.
Me? I kept my eyes shut and face buried in his shoulder at least 1/2 of the movie and kept thinking "happy thoughts" to drown out the scary sound effects.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Where Did 18 Years Go?
Where did time go?
How did 18 years disappear like a vapor into thin air?
When did my Mariah reach adulthood when just yesterday she was placed in my arms for the 1st time? I vividly remember my very first thought when I saw her beautiful round face, "Thank you God, she has dark hair."
Her first bath. Her first words. Her first little Indian papoose Halloween costume. Her large almond shaped eyes that never missed a single thing. Alert and wanting to see everything.
Her first day of kindergarten when I cried feeling as if I was throwing my little girl to the wolves and I could no longer protect her.
I blinked and she was entering into high school.
Sports. First dances. First boyfriends. Her first kiss. Her first heartbreak.
Getting her driver's license and two back-to-back fender benders. That first phone call, "Mom, I'm fine, but I've been in an accident" and the fear that raced through my veins needing to know she was okay.
All the years invested in motherhood and being there, turning into best friends. Covering her in kisses once upon a time, to embracing her in hugs still every day. Me, her most trusted confidante.
It's hitting me, this reality of life. I knew it was coming, but it has always seemed a lifetime away.
Nostalgia fills my mind, she was just placed in my arms, then it feels as if it is the first day of kindergarten all over again. I am throwing her to the wolves of real life and I cannot protect her.
I used to say, "At least I know where they are every night" when both my girls were tucked safely in bed.
Now I say a million prayers, "Please keep her safe, Lord. Keep 10,000 angels around her protecting her."
Where did 18 years go?
Welcome to adulthood, my sweet baby girl. I'm not ready for this.
How did 18 years disappear like a vapor into thin air?
When did my Mariah reach adulthood when just yesterday she was placed in my arms for the 1st time? I vividly remember my very first thought when I saw her beautiful round face, "Thank you God, she has dark hair."
Her first bath. Her first words. Her first little Indian papoose Halloween costume. Her large almond shaped eyes that never missed a single thing. Alert and wanting to see everything.
Her first day of kindergarten when I cried feeling as if I was throwing my little girl to the wolves and I could no longer protect her.
I blinked and she was entering into high school.
Sports. First dances. First boyfriends. Her first kiss. Her first heartbreak.
Getting her driver's license and two back-to-back fender benders. That first phone call, "Mom, I'm fine, but I've been in an accident" and the fear that raced through my veins needing to know she was okay.
All the years invested in motherhood and being there, turning into best friends. Covering her in kisses once upon a time, to embracing her in hugs still every day. Me, her most trusted confidante.
It's hitting me, this reality of life. I knew it was coming, but it has always seemed a lifetime away.
Nostalgia fills my mind, she was just placed in my arms, then it feels as if it is the first day of kindergarten all over again. I am throwing her to the wolves of real life and I cannot protect her.
I used to say, "At least I know where they are every night" when both my girls were tucked safely in bed.
Now I say a million prayers, "Please keep her safe, Lord. Keep 10,000 angels around her protecting her."
Where did 18 years go?
Welcome to adulthood, my sweet baby girl. I'm not ready for this.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
My Butterfly
To feel the rapture of love's 1st kiss.
To be inflamed and to know the crescendo of true love's embrace.
To see from my eyes the purest mini version of me, watching her soul awaken like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, understanding all too well the stir of desire that has awakened within her.
Just when I think I know all there is about her, she takes me down memory lane, and know she is mine.
To be inflamed and to know the crescendo of true love's embrace.
To see from my eyes the purest mini version of me, watching her soul awaken like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, understanding all too well the stir of desire that has awakened within her.
Just when I think I know all there is about her, she takes me down memory lane, and know she is mine.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Poor Me
In all my happy glory I am embarrassed to admit I had a poor me moment.
It was warm & sunny Saturday summer night, all my friends had plans, my charming significant other was tired and sore from an action-packed afternoon of paintball, Brooke wasn't feeling well and I felt trapped at home.
Me, who has enjoyed all summer has to offer did not want to be home.
I felt like a brat.
In fairness to me, the author of this blog, I had to search my own mind in what was really going on. I was feeling very frustrated and stifled in a few areas in my life that are not in my control. Timelines that I have to wait patiently for when I want to drive hard and fast, because I am always ready for what's next.
In my not-my-best moment, my sad tone came across through text alerting the one I adore. I didn't realize he was dropping hints that he would like to get together, because I was lost in my poor me mentality. I wasn't mean, I just wasn't happy.
Mr. Pays-Complete-Attention asked if he could stop by.
He whisks into my evening in all his handsome glory, carefully trying to figure out what the heck is going on, and says the sweetest words, "I really missed you today."
During the hours he was playing paintball, he confessed he went to his car a couple of times to see if I had text him. I hadn't because he was out having fun with a group of guys and I wanted him to have his guy-time without feeling obligated to think about me.
A couple times I picked up my phone to text him, a couple times I put it right back down. I couldn't wait to hear his paintball battle stories and he came through like the champion I knew he would.
I'm not a moody person; rather, upbeat, positive, and happy. It is far and few in between where I experience frustrations that I don't have the energy to disguise. I'm not nasty, just quiet.
It was the quiet that alerted my other heartbeat.
The evening was redeemed by his quick thinking and thoughtfulness, and a quick trip to a comedy club was my get-out-of-the-house-the-walls-are-closing-in for a few laughs.
In all my happy glory I had a poor me moment. Embarrassing? Yes. Beyond me? No.
I have moments, too.
It was warm & sunny Saturday summer night, all my friends had plans, my charming significant other was tired and sore from an action-packed afternoon of paintball, Brooke wasn't feeling well and I felt trapped at home.
Me, who has enjoyed all summer has to offer did not want to be home.
I felt like a brat.
In fairness to me, the author of this blog, I had to search my own mind in what was really going on. I was feeling very frustrated and stifled in a few areas in my life that are not in my control. Timelines that I have to wait patiently for when I want to drive hard and fast, because I am always ready for what's next.
In my not-my-best moment, my sad tone came across through text alerting the one I adore. I didn't realize he was dropping hints that he would like to get together, because I was lost in my poor me mentality. I wasn't mean, I just wasn't happy.
Mr. Pays-Complete-Attention asked if he could stop by.
He whisks into my evening in all his handsome glory, carefully trying to figure out what the heck is going on, and says the sweetest words, "I really missed you today."
During the hours he was playing paintball, he confessed he went to his car a couple of times to see if I had text him. I hadn't because he was out having fun with a group of guys and I wanted him to have his guy-time without feeling obligated to think about me.
A couple times I picked up my phone to text him, a couple times I put it right back down. I couldn't wait to hear his paintball battle stories and he came through like the champion I knew he would.
I'm not a moody person; rather, upbeat, positive, and happy. It is far and few in between where I experience frustrations that I don't have the energy to disguise. I'm not nasty, just quiet.
It was the quiet that alerted my other heartbeat.
The evening was redeemed by his quick thinking and thoughtfulness, and a quick trip to a comedy club was my get-out-of-the-house-the-walls-are-closing-in for a few laughs.
In all my happy glory I had a poor me moment. Embarrassing? Yes. Beyond me? No.
I have moments, too.
Friday, August 9, 2013
The Most Perfect Spot in My Life
I don't know how I've lived my entire life to this point without having every one of my needs met, feeling secure, and protected by another. Every. Single. Day.
There is one person in the universe, my perfect match, that I have made a connection with. Every day that goes by every aspect of our relationship becomes stronger to the point where I am uncertain of what happens next. Can someone actually burst with happiness?
How much more can I want him if I've never felt before what I feel now?
Is it fair to be this happy?
Will we become the annoyance of everyone who knows us?
Did I find a perfect love?
Is there really happily ever after?
It's been 5 months since we reconnected in our 20 years later rekindled romance. Primal arousal and euphoric moments that have become my world and a new best friend has filled the most perfect spot in my life.
There is one person in the universe, my perfect match, that I have made a connection with. Every day that goes by every aspect of our relationship becomes stronger to the point where I am uncertain of what happens next. Can someone actually burst with happiness?
How much more can I want him if I've never felt before what I feel now?
Is it fair to be this happy?
Will we become the annoyance of everyone who knows us?
Did I find a perfect love?
Is there really happily ever after?
It's been 5 months since we reconnected in our 20 years later rekindled romance. Primal arousal and euphoric moments that have become my world and a new best friend has filled the most perfect spot in my life.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
There Is a Time for Everything
No, not the 1965 lyrics to The Byrds hit song, "Turn! Turn! Turn! (to Everything There Is a Season):
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
I'm talking about the words King Solomon, the king of Israel, written thousands of years ago. Known for this wisdom and knowledge, loved by God.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
I'm talking about the words King Solomon, the king of Israel, written thousands of years ago. Known for this wisdom and knowledge, loved by God.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
What ever season you are in, it won't last forever.
"There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens." - King Solomon
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
A Wonderful Life
I will be the first to say that I have a wonderful life.
Winter and early springtime was rough. The toughest of steel will bend with enough heat and I was at my bending point. It was a season in my life and like all seasons summertime was right behind it.
Calm is restored. Happiness is back. Brooke's heart has had amazing healing this last month, she says she feels the dust has settled and her grieving and depression is behind her. She has moved on past the brutal aftermath of her dad's suicide.
Mariah is so excited to be 18 years old in a couple of weeks. Kirsten and I just firmed her 18th family birthday party celebration that will include her dad. Eric has lived past June, the time frame physicians gave him as his end of life.
Summer is the season of my heart.
I have embraced another summer home with my girls and have appreciated every single day. Thankful beyond measure every morning I wake up, embracing the sunshine, and all the fun summertime has to offer.
Blessed to have the means to be home when I was needed, courageous enough to take the leap of faith into yet another unknown when the situation called for change.
This summer has been a gift. Both of my girls happy and healthy is a blessing. My heart wildly falling in love is a miracle. A million "Thank you, Jesus's" are going up.
I have a wonderful life and I will be the first one to say it.
Winter and early springtime was rough. The toughest of steel will bend with enough heat and I was at my bending point. It was a season in my life and like all seasons summertime was right behind it.
Calm is restored. Happiness is back. Brooke's heart has had amazing healing this last month, she says she feels the dust has settled and her grieving and depression is behind her. She has moved on past the brutal aftermath of her dad's suicide.
Mariah is so excited to be 18 years old in a couple of weeks. Kirsten and I just firmed her 18th family birthday party celebration that will include her dad. Eric has lived past June, the time frame physicians gave him as his end of life.
Summer is the season of my heart.
I have embraced another summer home with my girls and have appreciated every single day. Thankful beyond measure every morning I wake up, embracing the sunshine, and all the fun summertime has to offer.
Blessed to have the means to be home when I was needed, courageous enough to take the leap of faith into yet another unknown when the situation called for change.
This summer has been a gift. Both of my girls happy and healthy is a blessing. My heart wildly falling in love is a miracle. A million "Thank you, Jesus's" are going up.
I have a wonderful life and I will be the first one to say it.
Monday, August 5, 2013
What % Are You Living In?
Since I was young I was in love with being in love.
As the decades passed and I learned to live in the 27% capacity that I received, I questioned why desired love so much if I was never to experience it in the very way I believed it should be.
Why was it a burning passion of mine and why did it always fail? I figured God instilled it in me for a reason, but as years turned into decades, I had a lot of hard questions.
Here I am 43 years old, wildly and fervently falling in love more and more every single day.
You know what the best part is? I have 43 years of experience in what to do and what not to do to make this sensational!
Hindsight ... I'm glad I had 27% then to know the value of 110% now versus living at the status quo of potentially 80% for a lifetime never knowing that 80% isn't the maximum.
God knew I would, too.
As the decades passed and I learned to live in the 27% capacity that I received, I questioned why desired love so much if I was never to experience it in the very way I believed it should be.
Why was it a burning passion of mine and why did it always fail? I figured God instilled it in me for a reason, but as years turned into decades, I had a lot of hard questions.
Here I am 43 years old, wildly and fervently falling in love more and more every single day.
You know what the best part is? I have 43 years of experience in what to do and what not to do to make this sensational!
Hindsight ... I'm glad I had 27% then to know the value of 110% now versus living at the status quo of potentially 80% for a lifetime never knowing that 80% isn't the maximum.
God knew I would, too.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Real Women Strong Woman
What makes me qualified to create a women of the bible blog site? Absolutely nothing.
How many people in the bible didn't feel prepared or qualified for what they were asked to do? Questioning God.
My own questioning has been replaced with growing passion. The more I study, my passion for these women is inflamed. They fill my thoughts throughout the day and night, new thoughts filling my mind I had never experienced before.
My hearts desire is to do them justice in telling their stories. My blog site is realwomenstrongwomen.blogspot.com
How many people in the bible didn't feel prepared or qualified for what they were asked to do? Questioning God.
My own questioning has been replaced with growing passion. The more I study, my passion for these women is inflamed. They fill my thoughts throughout the day and night, new thoughts filling my mind I had never experienced before.
My hearts desire is to do them justice in telling their stories. My blog site is realwomenstrongwomen.blogspot.com
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