Summer Begins At Home…

Memorial Day is the unofficial start of summer…

I love wind chimes. I like to hang them on the deck, of course we live in a wind tunnel…so my poor wind chimes take a beating.

Summertime is much more laid back…peace and serenity is sitting on the front porch on a quiet summer evening.

My husband put our new flag up yesterday… Looking at the crisp red,white, and blue flapping in the breeze made me so happy.

This is where you will find me in the evenings. My favorite spot. I thought the red pillow just made the sitting area “pop”.

Yesterday, my son pulled out a birthday present from a couple of years ago. Now we have a big yard (since we moved) and he practiced shooting off his rocket last night.

America, America, God shed His grace on thee.”

I got these windsocks on sale at Wmart. I thought they looked festive, but they also remind me of the beach. Perfect for summer.

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What makes your house feel like home? Do you have a favorite spot?

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White Crosses

United State of Art

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“Oh say, does that Star-Spangled banner yet wave?

Over the land of the free, and home of the brave.”

ARLINGTON CEMETERY

FLAGS FLYING

REMEMBERING

THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

STANDING TALL, STANDING PROUD

ARMY

NAVY

AIRFORCE

MARINES

COAST GUARD

RESERVE

WWI, WWII, KOREAN, VIETNAM, GULF WAR, WAR ON TERRORISM (IRAQ AND AFGHANISTAN), ALL THE OTHER OUT POSTS, SKIRMISHES, AND MILITARY PRESENCE

HOLDING THE LINE, STANDING FIRM, PROTECTING, BEING BRAVE

BRINGING PEACE, REACHING OUT, KEEPING SAFE, KEEPING ORDER, HELPING OTHERS

WE REMEMBER

Thank you. What you did (and are doing) was not in vain…

Let freedom ring!

Amen.

God Is In The Storms


He covers the sky with clouds; he supplies the earth with rain and makes grass grow on the hills.  Psalm 147:8  NIV

Stream Of Consciousness

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I’m having one of THOSE days. Not a bad day, just the kind of day that I can’t seem to sit still and put two coherent thoughts together. You know what I mean? It’s not dementia. It’s being Dawn. This happens to me on occasion. Sometimes I will tell my family members, as I’m staring straight at them, I see your mouth moving…but, what did you just say? Sometimes this happens twice in a row. I can’t help it. I need to learn to read lips.

So, because I am physically unable to write anything even remotely “put together” today…I came up with just going all stream of consciousness on you. Did I say that correctly?  I sincerely hope you can follow along, and not just think I’m nuts. (because that is an entirely different story)

Alarm clock went off—Hit the snooze—Overslept by 45 minutes, go figure—Shot out of bed, giving myself a little vertigo—Ran to bathroom, got a look at scary morning self in the mirror, screamed.—Went out to kitchen, had son (who was already up) flip on the news for me—started coffee and breakfast—went with dog to wake up other 2 children–Dog barked and jumped, he is a good “waker upper”. —-Lit new lilac candle, hoping it will mask smell of dog vomit.–Um, dog took his antibiotics on a not full stomach. Opps. Yuck.—Vacuumed rugs and floor, chased pet fur around the room. Pet fur is much like dandelions after they turn white and blow everywhere in sight. Just sayin’—-Put dishes in dishwasher, then realized that the coffee mug I wanted was in there, dug it out and washed by hand.  I have a bazillion coffee mugs, but I wanted that one. Weirdo. —

Promise myself that I will balance checkbook today, been meaning to do that for the past 3 days. Oh, well.–Cat curled up in basket in my library–my blanket basket, my WHITE blanket basket. I cannot keep anything out that the cats do not lay on. I hate cat fur. I tolerate cats, and not even that very well. Though I do love them, which makes me mad because I don’t want to. Arggh. I’m still more of a dog person. Much more.—The orange creamsicle candle I got from Wmart does not smell like an orange creamsicle. It doesn’t really smell much at all. What a rip off. Note to self, do not buy these types of candles anymore.

I need to decide what is for dinner. I have no idea. ugh. I need to prepare menus more often. It would probably help, but where is the fun in that? The sun has not been out today, but at least it has not rained. All 3 of the kiddos have test(s) to take in their home school work today. They are thrilled. Not. The Waltons are on the Hallmark Channel. I like to watch them in the afternoon while I’m fixing dinner, which I still have no idea about. I better go. I have a feeling this evening will be interesting.

I promise to have a REAL blog post tomorrow. Have a fun weekend everyone. Can I have ice cream for dinner? Um. I’m just kidding…..really.

And by the way, if there are any spelling errors you’ll just have to forgive me. If this post made no sense to you, don’t worry…it didn’t to me either.

Perfectionism Is Poison

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The cake fell flat.

The cat puked.

Ants have migrated to the kitchen.

The flower bed is…well, a mess.

I didn’t get enough rest last night.

I need a haircut.

The kids didn’t finish their school work.

I didn’t read my devotional today.

That thing that happened really annoyed me.

My nerves are frayed.

And I’m still waiting for my 21 year old body to return…any day now.

I hear the hiss in my ear.

I want the perfect life. I strive for the perfect life.

I fail at the perfect life. Big sigh.

I gripe at times. I hold onto resentment. I long for more.

I play out in my own mind what I think should happen. How life should be.

Perfectionism is the poisonous venom of a serpent.

I’ve been bit, and it stings.The wound is raw… and painful.

The realization hits me. Again. This life will never be perfect.

And yet, I still search.

What is wrong with me? I wish I could just let it go. Be happy with the way things are.

Wouldn’t life be easier if I didn’t care about pet fur, and folding laundry? If everyone would follow the schedule, and pick up after themselves? If I had a new vehicle and a snappy wardrobe? If I looked like I did when I was younger and had more energy?

Each day I do battle with perfectionism.

The fangs sink deeper into my flesh.

I need to break free from the bondage of perfectionism. It really is bondage, pure and simple.

The fear of not being perfect, is really the fear of not measuring up to (impossible) standards.

God did not give me the the spirit of fear. His desire is not for me to be a frustrated perfectionist.

“For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.”  2 Timothy 1:7  NIV

He loves me. Imperfections and all.

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Keeping it real, in our jam about perfectionism. Won’t you join us?


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A New Creation

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This is the third post I’ve attempted this morning. The other two posts I saved for another day.

Over at A Holy Experience we are talking about new life. What does this mean to me?

I thought I might write something bookish or scholarly…but, it fell flat.

So, I’ve decided to just be blunt. Plain. Open my heart. Tell about new life, in the only way I know how.

Living a new life in Christ…as a follower of Jesus.

Jesus. The name above all names.

“Therefore, God exalted Him to the highest place and gave Him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” Philippians 2:9-11 NIV

The Jewish people called him, Yeshua. As a Christian, I call Him God’s Son. King of kings. Lord of lords. The Light of the world. Messiah. Passover lamb. Rock of ages. Shepherd. The Alpha and the Omega. The Way. The Truth. The Life. The living Word. Wonderful Counselor. The Prince of Peace.

He came to this earth as a baby. He walked this earth as a Jewish man. Began His ministry. Boldly proclaimed that He is the Son of the living God. He spoke wisdom, performed miracles, and changed people’s lives. Yahweh. God in the flesh. Sacrificed for me. For you. For us all. There is nothing I could have done to save myself. I was unworthy. I needed a Savior. A Redeemer. And yet, His love for me, for us, was so great that ….. He died in my place. He rose again. Is living today, and will one day return.

It is because of Jesus’ sacrifice, the fact that He took my place, that I have new life. It is because of Him that I have hope. It is because of Him that I have peace. It is because of Him that I have assurance. There is nothing else in this world that can take His place. Everything else falls flat and empty. It is only through Him that I do not just survive, but truly live.

My life is changed… all because of Him.

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation” the old has gone, the new has come!” 2 Corinthians 5:17 NIV

Do you know Jesus? Not just as a historical character. Not just as a Jewish carpenter. Not just as a character in the Bible. But, as Jesus, the Son of the living God. He wants to know you.

“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in…”  Revelation 3:20 NIV

Take Me Home, Tuesday

I am starting a new Tuesday series, called Take Me Home. I don’t know about you, but I love to look at other people’s homes. Country. City. Small cottage. Big farmhouse. An apartment. Lots of noise or the quiet of a still evening. It’s all good…and it’s all home.

I’m going to be doing a picture series on my home, here in the rural Mid-west, for the first few Tuesdays. Hopefully, over the next few months, I will be able to show you some of my favorite blogs that deal with home. So, pull up a comfy chair, get your favorite drink (iced tea, anyone?) and enjoy.

Because…it’s always good to come home.

Hey, is that you I see at the end of my road? Stop in and visit.

This birdie was singing his little heart out for me.

I love our neighbor’s red barns, and wide open field. This is such a picturesque view for me.

Another neighbor…you are seeing my neighborhood through my eyes.

This is what I see every time I get the mail. Yesterday, this little guy was waiting on the fence for me.

I have a thing for barn pictures, can you tell?

Yes, I was in the van. No, I had stopped. Um….I was not driving and snapping pictures. I wouldn’t do that. No, I would not. Really.

This is the view from my kitchen window. These are my neighbor’s llamas. I love them. I have an addiction to llamas now. I’ve become a llama mama. Is there a llama recovery group?

The storm was rolling in last night.

This is the view of the side yard from the front porch. The sky was darkening…the storm was coming.

The front porch. One of my favorite spots.

Glad you dropped by…