Fresh With Possibilities














A new day has dawned, fresh with possibilities.

I have a crazy amount of stuff to check off my to do list by the end of next month.

There are times when I wonder if it is even possible to get everything done.

It is when life seems the most hurried, that I need to slow down.

I can’t remember to enjoy the moments when I’m running as fast as I can.



Today I am thankful for: 

* streaming sunshine

* warmer mornings

* Shine FM Ohio

* music that helps me worship

* singing out loud in the kitchen

* a husband who loves the Lord

* a husband that loves me, through everything

* my daughter and her pretty Easter dress

* hugs from my son

* my oldest son making it to church for Easter service

* checking things off the list

* freshly vacuumed rugs

* friends

* my students

* graduation invitations

* our little farm

* grass growing green

* I don’t need to be in Montana to have big sky country

* God who loves me

* Jesus who died for me….and lives again!

Weathering Life


The morning sun pours in through the windows and puddles golden on the floor. It is a bright morning following a stormy night. The lightness is in direct contrast to the steel gray of last night’s weather. I think that life, in general, is a lot like the weather.

*we can try and plan outdoor activities, schedule things on the calendar….but, sometimes it rains and plans change.

*storms are unpredictable, and sometimes scary….but, they don’t last forever.

*as much as we enjoy the sunshine, we need the rain. Rain helps things to grow.

*sun is important and our body needs it for good health and for our moods, but too much sunshine and we get hurt.

*Sunshine and rain are both important in nature…and in life.

Enjoy the sunny times of life, appreciate them. Embrace them. Remember them.

But, also remember that every life is going to have rain…need rain. Learn to weather the storms. Hang on tight. Ride them out.

Both sunshine and rain help you to grow.


-thank you God, for the sunshine and the rain

-puddles of sunlight

-doggie licks

-the smell of coffee

-holding hands

-good morning hugs


-good ideas

-comfy pajamas

-a fresh start to a new week

Saying Thank You


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Today, being Veteran’s Day, is an appropriate time to discuss the words, “Thank You”.  I have many family and friends that have served in some branch of the armed forces. Really, the words themselves seem so empty, for all that the men and women in uniform have sacrificed for me. And don’t be mistaken, it is a sacrifice…..Some people would say, “but he chose to sign up!”, or “no one asked her to do that, she decided to do that herself!”. Okay. So we don’t have the draft right now. Does that make the sacrifice any less? NO. The only difference is, that today’s young men and women CHOOSE to sacrifice.

Think about that. I mean it. Really, ponder that. Men and women choose to sign up for however many years, to serve their country. It takes some real guts to stand up and say, “I’m going to go through grueling training, I’m going to be stationed wherever I’m assigned, and I’m going to attempt to keep peace. If necessary, I will fight with dignity and honor. Above all else I am loyal to God and country.

People back home may never understand what a soldier goes through. The ache of leaving family for months or years on end. The courage that overcomes the fear when faced with imminent danger. Doing what needs to be done. And doing it with pride and skill.


1. Thank you for your willingness to serve.

2. Thank you for being brave.

3. Thank you for putting up with dirt and sand, and not being able to shower.

4. Thank you for withstanding the heat, and the cold.

5. Thank you for loving our country.

6. Thank you for standing in the gap, as our protector.

7. Thank you for sacrificing your time away from family.

8. Thank you for upholding the greater good.

9. Thank you for caring.

10. I thank you….because without you….life would not be what it is for us today in this country.

Whether you served in one of the World Wars, Korea, Vietnam, The Gulf, Afghanistan, Iraq…. whether you stormed the beaches of Normandy, trudged through the jungles of Vietnam, or endured the heat and sand of the Middle East…..and all the places in between. I thank you. The officers, and the grunts, the nurses and doctors, the MP, the snipers, the radio operators, the helicopter pilots, and the tank driver. The ones who cook and clean, and fix vehicles, and set up tents. The chaplains, and the guy on guard duty. All of you. I appreciate ALL OF YOU.

Thank you to the men and women who have come home as wounded warriors. That sacrificed an arm, or a leg, or their hearing or sight for us….for me. And thank you to those that gave the ultimate sacrifice…..their very lives. You are not forgotten.

Thank You

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I just wanted to thank all my readers for taking the time to read my blog each day. I love having readers that get my quirky sense of humor, my serious thought provoking blogs, and my occasional political banter. Thank you for making blogging fun for me!

Ode To My Peeps

Thank you, readers for reading each day.

For “listening” to what I have to say.

Thank you for taking your time

To see what’s up, and reading my rhyme.

I enjoy your blogs too

Hearing of all you are going  to do…

Being blog buddies is lots of fun

This is the end…now I’m done.

(I really can write poetry….but, it is early and my brain has not yet kicked into full gear. Please forgive me:)

His Name Is Greg

I met Greg when he was 40. He was a quiet guy, as a matter of fact he didn’t talk at all. He was very skinny…all of 100 lbs. soaking wet. Fair skin and red hair. I wonder if he had Irish ancestry? I helped to take care of Greg the summer of my 19th year. I worked in a group home for developmentally disabled adults. You see Greg was severely and profoundly mentally retarded. He didn’t talk. He was in a wheelchair. He had to be fed and diapered. Greg’s mother had taken care of Greg all his life, but now she was in her 70’s and had become to frail herself to lift in her arms this son she loved. She visited him often and was quick to remind us what Greg needed. I think it helped her, more than it helped us as caregivers…and that was okay.

Greg taught me lessons that summer. Lessons I would have never learned in my college textbooks, or through my college professor’s lectures. I learned that I could have all the knowledge of special education in the world, but the most important thing an individual has to have to relate to someone with special needs is heart. I learned over those months how to have a servants heart. How to give to someone who is unable to give back to me. How to care for someone who couldn’t even smile at me.

I showered Greg and he promptly thanked me by getting sick on me. I cleaned us both. I fed Greg and he spit and drooled his dinner back out. I talked to Greg about current events, showed him books and catalogs, and we watched TV together. His eyes didn’t show comprehension. I rolled him into the kitchen with me while I fixed dinner. I talked with him, never knowing if he understood a word. I changed his diapers, and tried to give him the dignity that he deserved.

That summer I talked with God about Greg. I knew that God has given me a heart and passion for individuals who had special needs. My desire was to fulfill my dream of being a special education teacher. A dream God had given me years earlier. Yet, that summer I questioned God. I asked Him why? I didn’t understand. It was painful for me sometimes…to watch people who were so dependent on others. What was their purpose? Why did God allow them to have no control over themselves?

I am thankful God is GOD. He is all knowing. He is patient. He knows me and allows me to find my way through these difficult things of life. It began to occur to me that God LOVES Greg. He had not abandoned him. He had not forgotten him. He DID serve a purpose. Greg taught me a lesson about serving others. Having a servants heart. Caring for someone when they can’t love you back. Being gentle in a harsh world. Making an extra effort when others may think it a waste. The lessons that God allows are far more valuable……

That was 23 years ago. I don’t know if Greg is even still alive. I do know that he touched my life. For the better. Thank you, God….and thank you, Greg.