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adjective 

1. secure from liability to harm, injury, danger, or risk. 

2. free from hurt, injury, danger, or risk. 

3. involving little or no risk of mishap, error, etc. 

4. dependable or trustworthy: a safe guide. 

5. careful to avoid danger or controversy: a safe player; a safe play.

 

Synonyms:

buttoned up, cherished, free from danger, home-free, impregnable, in safety, intact, inviolable, invulnerable, maintained, okay, out of danger, out of harm's way, preserved, protected, safe and sound, safeguarded, secure, sheltered, shielded, sitting pretty, snug, tended, unassailable, undamaged, under lock and key, under one's wing, unharmed, unhurt, uninjured, unmolested, unscathed, unthreatened, vindicated, watched

 

Thank you dictionary.com for the description of safe. I couldn't wrap my mind around how I would describe you.

 

My blog is pretty transparent. Transparent on my thoughts, my life, my heart, snapshots of moments with my daughters, etc.

 

Sometimes I question my own topics, but being a very open and sharing person I do stay within my own safe boundaries and give them a mental stamp of approval as a safe topic.

Real moments happen. Life is sprinkled with moments that are only shared in a circle of trust.

I am a resilient person, pretty much always positive and can see a silver lining behind each storm, steadfast, and willingly energized to conquer any mountain and obstacle in front of me.

 

Sometimes I am pulled back down onto the couch.

Stories are so much bigger when I can't write about them.

 

 

 

 

 

Under Construction

I am jumping up and down inside!!

My new site for my women of the bible blog is now "under construction" with the template chosen, the limited colors I could choose from selected, and my profile written. *happy dance*

It will take me a couple of weeks to get a few posts underway, then I will be most happy to share my new link with you.

I'm hoping my girlfriends from the bible are all dressed up at this moment in their heavenly best, clinking glasses and making toasts to one another in celebration of their stories that are about to be shared on the world wide web.

May I do them justice!
 

A Sunshine Friday Birthday at the Beach





My sunshine Friday birthday began with a phone call saying he would be stopping by in just moments. A quick assessment [Whew!] had me thankful for an early morning shower and being semi put together. Pajamas will suffice.

 

Flowers, chocolates, and happy birthday wishes & kisses ...

 

 

The sweetest start to my day.

 

Before noon we were on our way to my favorite Headlands Beach for an afternoon away in the sunshine. The sand was hot, the sound of the waves splashing, seagulls flying, and boats gliding in the water in relaxing sailboats, power speed boats, and those who wanted to play harder on jet ski's.

 

Thank you for gracing the waters and embracing this beautiful summer day. I enjoyed watching each unique boating personality and share your happiness in this tranquil setting.

 

It really is a most perfect day.

 

 

It was being with him though, alone and away that made this sunshine Friday birthday at the beach perfect.

 

Happy.

 

A perfect summer day drifted into evening and my family came over for a celebration on my patio.

 

  

Loud. Funny. Laughter.

 

I ran in the house gagging when my brother ate a cricket at a $10 dare. Caught on video on my iPhone, I still cannot watch it.

 

I wanted this red ice bucket as the perfect "splash of red" in all patio parties, grill outs and bonfires. Visions of this filled with ice and easy to grab ice cold beverages ready to be consumed.

 

 





Just when turning 43 seems to be a most happy memory in my mind, after a month long of working out and playing hard every day in the sunshine, it is finally realized by my body ... I've crossed this stubborn plateau threshold and lost my first couple pounds.

 

Oh 43, I do welcome you.

 

43

Bleh! 43 is not my favorite birthday number, but here I am today 43 years old.

Good grief it is getting close to 50! More so than I have ever experienced (obviously) and I have had to change my own thought gears and formulate a new plan for 43 to remain as young as possible.

Serious game plan challenges for myself.

Enough of the negative, I can only dwell in this for a short period of time.

Today is a beautiful and sunny mid-summer birthday. Sunny& 80's and I am heading to spend the day at my favorite beach with the one who makes my heart sing.

Friday birthdays are extra fun, too! They welcome the weekend as if your one day becomes a free 3-day birthday party and I have birthday plans for every single day.

I woke up smiling this morning and said my bzillion "thank you's" for every healthy year and every perfect gift in my life. I reflect how blessed I am:

• For my God who is close
• Health and happiness 
• The blessings of my girls and families good health and happiness
• Our favorite place of stability, refuge, and a reflection of us ... our home
• My freshly mowed yard, my patio, and my flowers
• A community that I love to live in
• True best/friendships that have lasted years to decades that always loves and protects
• Time in summer to find my own balance in life
• Walking in the park last night with Mariah talking about her dads approaching passing, she shares what an exciting time it is in her life. She just got her 1st job ever at one of her favorite stores she has shopped at for years, she is entering her Senior year, she will be 18 years old in less than a month, her heart is in love, and her life is in such a good place. She said it would be perfect if her dad wasn't dying, yet she is still so incredibly happy
• And just when everything is all happy summertime, sunshine, flowers, and bliss, my heart sings every single day and I can only think of one of my favorite quotes:

"Once in a while, in the middle of an ordinary life,

love gives us a fairy tale."

 

43 you are only a number.

 

May my life be an example of 43 years of blessings and a life well-lived.

 

I have many plans that say this will be a good year!

 



 

 





The Monument

Meet my Monument ...

The hardest, shortest distance workout in my life!

It is a love/endurance relationship and its mighty steps win every time.

I keep coming back because I like feeling as if my lungs are going to explode at the top, feeling alive as I gasp for air. Feeling accomplished when I make it up a couple more times than the last, these steps have no mercy.

It is a summer hobby that will annihilate anyone in the beginning, but it draws you in and challenges the very core of what you are made of and my conquering spirit takes over.

Who Needs Make-up?

When Mariah asked if I wanted to run the Monument early this morning, I looked out the window and thought, who cares what I look like I won't see anyone I know.

You know where this is going, right? 

Why shower before running. Who needs make-up? A sloppy-knot pony tail will suffice.

Dear God in heaven, if that wasn't enough ... add 1-1/2 hours of sweating running those monstrous monument stairs over and over and over, then walking the park.

As Mariah and I are walking to run our last few times up, I see a familiar car parked along side of mine and a very pleased with himself hot guy smiling getting out of the car.

Yep, prince charming wanted to see what hot-mess looked like!

My Dear Mariah,

My girls know in their minds that I blog, but they haven't the foggiest idea what I blog about.

A letter for someday ...

~~~

My Dear Mariah,

Your whole life has been filled with endless moments of pride for me. Your character, integrity, and steadfast faith has been consistent since you were a little girl. Unchanging in the face of your peers in middle school and high school. Never waivering.

Beautiful. Popular. Athletic. A rare Christian.

Watching you as a young woman walking into the baptismal yesterday was yet another moment of pure joy and pride for me as your mom. Your public act of faith boldly stating that you are a woman of God, your testimony announcing your calling into full-time service in ministry, and your passion for missions.

You are my child on earth, God entrusted to me.

You are God's perfect creation for a specific purpose.

Re-baptized yesterday because as a teen deep diving into the Bible you question the validity of your choice as a child when you were young. Securing your name in heaven.

My sweet Mariah, in your childlike faith you certainly knew what salvation was about back then. We were certain you understood and it was a very personal choice you made.

It was child-like faith when you accepted the Lord as your Savior when you were much younger and it is an older, much wiser decision you made now. Your dad and I are blessed to have witnessed our greatest role in life, raising you, baptized in faith.

Your entire life you will continue to learn more about God. You will know unconditional love when your own baby is placed in your arms. You will understand the power of faith when life and trials happen. You will experience God's power when you step down and allow him to be in control.

May you never stop learning and seeking to know God and may He always be your hearts desire.

I've had the joy of raising you for 18 years now and although I will be here for you as long as I live, I know you are entering another chapter in your life. A chapter that God is preparing your heart for.

You are an amazing young woman, Stormie, I couldn't be prouder and I couldn't love you more. While the word missions instills fear in me, that you may be farther away from me than I ever dreamt of, you are God's, and I will respect and support your calling and purpose. Of course, covering you in prayer every single day.

I love you,
Mommy