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If Only

24 Mar




I’ve got a ton of things to do.  There is not enough time in the day. I’m sleep deprived. I’m stressed out and overwhelmed and want to just crawl into a corner and suck my thumb. Okay, maybe it isn’t really that bad. I won’t revert back to childhood, although I have to say it was a lot less busy and a whole lot less stressful.

Life has a way of making me feel like I am constantly running on a never-ending treadmill. Sigh. If only I can make it through the day. If only I can make it through the week. If only I could make it through the year. If only, if only, if only…….

The “if only’s” zap me of the here and now. I overlook the current moments, if I’m always fixated on the “if only”. I don’t want to be that way. Life will still remain busy and honestly, it can get stressful. With that said, if I will slow down and take a moment to thank God for all the good, the mood changes. Yeah, I’ll still be busy, but my perspective will have changed.

My focus will be in the right place.

1 Chronicles 16:8 - Oh give thanks to the LORD, call upon His name; Make known His deeds among the peoples.

Lord, thank You!

Thank you for……..


*the fresh start to a new week

*hugging my son before he leaves for the morning

*a job interview for son

*soft pillows

*warm socks

*dinner with my husband

*conversation with my husband who tells me “I’m always on your side”

*God who chose me

*living in His unending grace



I See His Fingerprints

25 Feb

I stand in the yard, on the way to the barn, knowing that a decade ago I never would have thought I’d be here. I enjoy living in rural America. Yes, the pace of life is slower and I can’t get to the nearest restaurant or store in two minutes anymore. That is okay, because nothing takes the place of what I do have by living in the country.

I wish you could see what I see……I look out across the back field and am impressed by the fence my husband toiled over…straight lines of wood and metal. The cats climbed and perched on the posts, whispering meows to the horse standing nearby. The sun hangs low in the sky as I carry the buckets over to the barn. The rays of the late day sun spread across the sky, reflecting on the metal roof of the barn. Colors are dimmed by this cold winter sky, muted perfection.











I hear the sounds of the geese before I see them coming over the horizon. The feathered family honks to each other as they fly overhead, preparing for their landing at the winter lake across the road. I follow them until touch down, their formation is incredible.












The sudden warm up caused most of the snow to melt and be replaced by mud. Lots of mud. My boots sink down into the ground, making a loud sucking sound as I put one foot in front of the other. I love Spring temperatures, but I do not love our mud season. I’ve almost lost my boots to the muck, on more than one occasion.

The chilled breeze caresses my cheeks, giving me a rosy glow as I go about my chores. I pull my winter hat further down on my head, wanting to keep my ears covered…after all it is still February. I see the breeze blowing the bare, scratchy limbs of the trees across the road. I notice a red hawk perched high in the tree, his regal gaze surveying the surrounding fields for his next meal.

There is such beauty and creativity in nature. I see the fingerprints of the Creator every where I look.












Last night, I got home after dark. I parked the car and slammed the door shut. As I crunched across the gravel driveway, I was forced to stop, and stare, my gaze tilted heavenward. The stars were vivid against the cold velvet sky. Honestly, there is no better place to look at the night sky than out here in the country on a brisk winter night. Yes, summer sky is beautiful, but winter sky has no humidity or haze to distort the view. The winter sky is crisp and perfect. I stood amazed at the twinkling lights set before me. I could even see the swirl of the Milky Way amongst the stars. Oh, how I wish I could share the splendor with you, my readers! My humble words could never do the scene justice.

The verse, from Luke, about even nature crying out to praise its Creator echoes in the night. He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out.”  Luke 19:40 NIV

“Oh, Father how great and glorious You are! You are creative and mysterious. The works of Your hands are amazing. I am in awe of You. Thank you for this beauty You created for us to enjoy. You could have created all of nature and us and then left, but instead You chose relationship with us. You are not a cold and distant God. You are here, among us. Thank you. Glory and honor to You forever and ever. Amen.




Nothing Is Impossible

22 Nov

This afternoon the gray sky is moist. I feel the drops on my face as I rush to unload the groceries. IMG_0718

The wind is biting, and my thick sweater is not enough to protect against the late Fall temperatures.

I hurry to get inside to the warmth. The kitchen lights leave puddles on the counter top, as I quickly put groceries away.

Life is a blur, but I want to slow it down.

It’s Friday. November 22nd. 2013. This day will soon be gone, and there will never be another just like it……

Oh, how I wish I could live each day remembering this fact.

When the merry-go-round goes wild and the moments make me dizzy….

Slow down.

Yesterday, while making dinner I watched Ann Voskamp and Liz Curtis Higgs, “Christmas at the Farm”. (If you too,would like to see the Webcast, go here. ) These two ladies are inspiring. They gave me a gift. They took my hand, frazzled and worn, and led me to the Savior. Towards the end of the visit, Liz spoke of Luke 1:37. “Nothing is impossible with God.” That happens to be my very favorite Bible verse and I just knew she was talking to me personally.

Nothing. Not anything. Nothing big. Nothing small. N-O-T-H-I-N-G is impossible with God.

How many of us need to hear that today? At this very moment? Every day, a reminder?

The darkness is creeping around the edges of the late afternoon sky. 4:30 seems much later….almost time to start dinner.

But, even as the darkness descends, and the temperature plummets, I know this…

My moments are here and now, and God sees them and feels them all.

I can rest in the knowledge that there is no such thing as impossible with Him.

For with God nothing shall be impossible. Luke 1:37  KJV



It Is All Good

5 Oct









A quiet Saturday morning, except for the sound of rain on the metal roof.

A sink full of dishes that need washed.

A floor that needs swept.

A good book to read.

Big band music on Pandora.

A hot cup of coffee with brownie sundae creamer. (morning beverage or dessert?)

It is all good………

Such Simple Things

16 Sep

I looked across the house and through the living room window. The clouds were starting to darken.

Dark gray underbellies, scudding across the sky. I thought that I had better go feed the animals before the rain came.

Hurry, hurry, hurry! Isn’t that the way? Never. Enough. Time.

On the way back from the barn I stopped. I made myself slow down. I breathed. I noticed the trees.

Such simple things, really.

Their leaves changing colors, popped against the darkening sky.

A smile curved the lips.

I felt kind of silly standing in the middle of the yard, before the rain came, just staring at trees.

Fiery beauty. God’s painting.

Autumn was coming.













It’s A Choice

10 Jun

Being thankful is a choice.

Country Farm

Country Farm (Photo credit: Nature Pictures by ForestWander)

In choosing to be thankful for all things, a person can experience joy.

Not because life is always simple and easy, as anyone that has lived for any amount of time can attest.

But, because God has provided the greatest gift of all, in His son Jesus, and He alone is enough…

And yet, God chooses to gift us with so much more, abundantly, lavishly.

Live life with your eyes wide open. Open to all His great and wonderful gifts.

And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all
times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work. 2 Corinthians 9:8 NIV

Today I am thankful for:

* getting ready for the trip

* anticipation for what is ahead

* making memories with my husband

* healthy children

* hugs and I love you

* playing with the dogs

* early morning, feeding the animals

* rainy Monday

* shopping

* a clean house

* sunflowers

* a beautifully mowed lawn

* the back property fenced in

* taking beautiful pictures of the country

* sleeping in late

Seasons That Seem So Long…

26 Feb

The rain splatters against the kitchen window. Rivulets of water course down the pane, like winter tears.

The sky is gray and a sharp wind is blowing. This is a good day to be inside, but I keep getting drawn back to the window, to gaze out at the scene in my own front yard.

Stark, gray trees. No sign of life on them. They bend to the wind that torments their branches. 102_4421

The seasonal lake, across the road, is flat like a mirror, on the brown farm soil.

Most would say that this is a “depressing’ day. Gray, cold, and wet.

And yet, I can’t help but think of how days like this are a lot like life.

Don’t we all have days that make us wonder “the why’s” ? Days that feel cold and barren? Seasons that seem so long…

Times when tears flow like the cold rain on the window…

I continued to stare out the window. Wondering. Thinking. Pondering.

I saw my rosebushes out front. Naked and dead looking, battered by the winter weather.

A reminder, really.

Those rosebushes were beautiful back in the summer. Red, gorgeous red. They made me smile.

And they will be again. Right now they are just waiting. Waiting for the moment to arrive.

To begin again.

To bloom.

We are a lot like those rosebushes. Sometimes the struggle is in the waiting. The sky seems gray and the winds are harsh.

The days of beauty seem so long ago…and the days ahead are unknown.

But, God knows. He already knows my (and your) future.

There is stillness and beauty in the waiting period, even when it seems like it might be better to rush through it.

Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.  Psalm 27:14 NIV


The Heavens Declare

11 Feb

The wind whips wild, and tree branches bow low.IMG_0183

Dark, heavy clouds scud across the sky to the west…

while sun shines to the east, before being overtaken by the darkness.

The winter weather plays havoc with anything that isn’t battened down.

As I look out my front window, my thoughts turn to Psalm 19.

The heavens declare the glory of God;
    the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
    night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
    no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
    their words to the ends of the world.  Psalm 19:1-4 NIV

Even the winter wind pays homage to its Creator.


Today I am thankful for:

* beautiful wind whipped clouds

* crazy hair that dances in the wind

* a kind and helpful postal worker

* applications for passports turned in

* hot, Tim Horton’s coffee

* opportunities to reach out and help

* anticipation of a book/Bible study this week with friends

* awe inspiring beauty from The Creator

Give Them A Hand

4 Feb

English: Female hands.

I was looking at my hands today. Have you ever really looked at your hands? Yes, I know, most of us have the ten fingers (Okay, fine. Eight fingers and two thumbs!), knuckles, palms. Fairly typical. My hands have rings that symbolize my commitment. Scars from the time a student bit me. (my stint working with children with emotional/behavioral issues) In the past year I’ve acquired an age spot. I still can’t believe that, and don’t want to dwell on it. I keep my nails short and they are usually not polished. The skin on my hands tends to get dry, so I’m all the time applying hand lotion. All in all, if you were to look at my hands, you’d probably think, “normal”.

Hands. Incredibly normal, but absolutely incredible, nonetheless. My hands help me brush my hair and apply makeup. My hands make breakfast, type on the computer, bake cookies, drive a car, touch a loved ones face, clap, tap, and snap. My fingers give the okay sign and a thumbs up. My hands give a pat on the back, wipe tears, scratch a back. My hands brush hair out of eyes, and tickle. My hands have held babies and held others hands. My hands have written love letters, and thank you notes, and poetry. I’ve taken notes, and pointed at the blackboard, and prayed.

So, many “normal” things I take for granted. Today, I am thankful for these hands of mine. Simple things, really….but, stopping to appreciate them, well, it’s given me a new and different perspective.


Today I am thankful for:

* the simple things I tend to take for granted

* hands that do so much

* good health

* a relaxing weekend (sleeping in)

* snowy, winter days

* cold temperatures (I am enjoying winter)

* songs that make my heart sing (singing loudly in the kitchen)

* funny jokes (that only I get)

* a clean house (it makes me feel happy inside)

* a new magazine (beautiful pictures)

* devotions that speak to me (yes, Lord!)

* The Father, Son and Holy Spirit

Counting Down

31 Dec

English: Windchimes.

This is the last day of 2012, another year has come and gone.

All the minutes of all the days are winding down.

The ticking of the clock seems louder than normal.

For better or for worse this year is almost over.


Today, I am thankful. I’m thankful for all that I’ve been blessed with in 2012 and thankful for all the lessons I’ve learned.

* the opportunity to teach* smiles from my students* kids getting driver’s licenses* getting “first” cars* accidents with no injuries* church family* pets that brings me happiness* summer storms * a clean house* emails from friends* iced tea* flea market finds * ordering out for pizza* long walks on summer evenings* leaves that burn brilliant in Autumn* the quiet of the country* hard winds that blow all my wind chimes down* family* my husband*my children*encouraging words from my mom* baking with my sister* magnificent sunrises* amazing sunsets* watching the horse graze in the pasture*baby llamas* blooming lavender and rose bushes* friendship * The Word that became flesh* God who makes all things possible

As you count down the minutes tonight, may you too, remember all the blessings of 2012.

2013 is a book with 365 pages in it…and tomorrow you open the book to the very first page. Be thankful for new beginnings.

Happy New Year!






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