A Meaningful Nugget

This particular post is just going to be free thought, my words tumbling out like the white capped waves of the rapids. Sometimes I just get in the mood to write, but I don’t have anything profound to say. I just want to write…and really at times when I do this I usually find some meaningful nugget in the middle of the mess. I should make that my motto,”Finding A Meaningful Nugget In The Middle Of The Mess”. I like it. I could make it into a sign and hang it over the doorway.


Don’t we all have times where we wonder if we are the only one? The only one that feels a certain way? The only one that feels scared or nervous? Or goofy or nuts? The one that is a hot mess.  The one who can dish out wise words in one breath and then feel like a 16 year old trapped in an adult body in the next? How in the world can I be expected to make rational decisions when in my head I don’t feel I know what I am doing?! Sigh. And no, before you think anything, I do not have a split personality….although at times, it might seem that way. Come on, admit it. You feel that way sometimes.

Life is a lot like that. New situations. New people. New chances.  Not sure of what the future might hold, but diving in any how. Even if I don’t always have it all planned out, and am not sure how it all will turn out. None of us really know, do we? I mean we can hope and plan, and pray, but we are not the ones in control. We never were. I need to think about that some more. Sometimes letting go is a lot more freeing then desperately attempting to control the circumstances of life. I’m not saying I shouldn’t plan, because to me planning is being responsible. Just a note to myself to remember God is the one in control. The closer I stay to Him, the better off I’ll be. There, that is it. The meaningful nugget! Be close to God.

He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. Psalm 91:4  NIV


Writing For Five Minutes

Today’s prompt for Five Minute Friday is WRITE.  If you want to join us at Five Minute Friday, remember to write for five minutes and don’t worry about mistakes or grammar. Just share.




I have to laugh. My mom kept a lot of my notes, letters, and cards, written through out my growing up years. One of my early writing attempts was an “I’m sorry” letter to her. Evidently, I had misbehaved, got caught, felt remorse and was now begging for mercy. As a child and teen I kept journals (not diaries!) about everything and nothing at all. Periodically I will look back through my journals and spend time both laughing and crying. When I got to college, my DayTimer/Calendar book became my journal. I’d fill dates in with what I had done, or needed to do. I highlighted, made smiley faces and had an ample amount of exclamation points for emphasis on the really good stuff. My life, in all its glory, covered in glitter gel pen.

Years later, as an adult in my late 30’s, I began to blog. It was if the door of heaven had opened. An opportunity to write…and to be read. To share my quirky humor, vast knowledge (ha!), and day to day happenings. Could it get any better than this? Later on this year, I will have been blogging for eight years. Eight years can seem like a small number or a lifetime, I guess it depends on who is considering it. My blog has evolved into posts written about my faith. My walk with the Lord is written out for all to see, and shouldn’t it be that way for all of us?  The longer I write, the more I realize…writers and readers, we aren’t all that different. My words pour out through my keyboard, and are read on computer screens all over the world, bonded together through the Word.

For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations. Psalm 100:5  NIV



The In Between

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog footer}.
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you.

It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.

OK, are you ready? Let’s see your best five minutes for the prompt:

In between


The in between is often times the unknown.

Beginnings can be interesting, or exciting, or maybe even down right scary.

Endings can be sad, or frustrating, or maybe a relief.

It is that in between that can be difficult.

And sometimes that journey of the in between is what makes all the rest, worthwhile.

The waiting is between the beginning and the end…



Friday Harbor



28 Jun 2013

Five Minute Friday: In Between

Friday, time to crack open the chocolate ice cream and unscripted version of beautiful you!


Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s finger paint with words –>{click to tweet}.

Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how to play along:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog footer}.

3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you.

It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.

OK, are you ready? Let’s see your best five minutes for the prompt:

In between

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All The Chapters In Between

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I love cards.

I was recently looking through the Max Lucado line of Day Spring cards. I have been a fan of Mr. Lucado’s writing for many years. I believe he writes some of the best word pictures, and I enjoy looking at the world through his eyes.  One of the cards I was browsing, had this quote from him.

There is more to your life than you ever thought. There is more to your story than what you have read.– Max Lucado

Most of us go through our days wondering about our story. When will things change? Why am I here? How in the world am I supposed to do this? Who am I, really? Where am I headed? What is my purpose?

We all pretty much know when our story began, none of us really know when our story will end, and we all long for the chapters in between to mean something.

Some days I’m stuck in a chapter in the middle of the book. It’s difficult to see where the story is going. I know the plot doesn’t always seem to make sense…at least not to me.

That’s the thing…

I have to remind myself that I am not the writer of the book.

Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be….. Psalm 139:16  NIV

God knew my story before the first sentence was written on my life…and He knows your story too. You can rest assured that you are not forgotten. Your story will never end up in the clearance bin, marked down, or given away for free.

You were bought for a high price.

Your story is part of a bigger story…written by the Creator. He is The Alpha and The Omega…The Beginning and The End…..

and all the chapters in between.

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11 NIV



For The Love Of Words

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I admit it.

There is no doubt about it.

I can’t help it.

There’s no changing it.

I am a lover of words

and a confirmed bibliophile.

I so enjoy the written word. It is a part of me. I intently listen to the spoken word. It challenges me. Choosing just the right word to say...it is important to me. Words have power.

Today I woke up to gray skies and rain. The perfect day for reading, after I finish the days chores, of course. There is nothing better, than to settle into my favorite chair, with a blanket a warm drink and a good book.

I look around my house now and I see shelved books, stacked books, books on the night stand, books on the floor, cookbooks near my stove in the kitchen, antique books on display in the dining room. Sigh.

Jan Karon‘s Mitford Beside Companion (If I could live in any imaginary town…it would be Mitford, N.C)

The Inspirational Writings of C.S. Lewis (Great writer of apologetics)

That’s My Teenage Son–How Moms Can Influence Their Boys To Become Good Men by Rick Johnson (My greatest desire is to raise godly children)

The Vintage Remedies Guide to Real Food by Jessie Hawkins (Learning to live healthier)

Rereading Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts (A book that has changed my perspective and taught me what eucharisteo truly means)

My Bible. The book most important. The book that feeds me. The words from THE WORD. Life giving. Life altering. The pages are worn, filled with pen marks and colors of various highlighters. I’ve underlined, circled, taken notes, and added exclamation points. The words themselves that never change, but do change me.

***In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. (NIVJohn 1:1 ***


Written In My Own Hand

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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth

The leather bound book feels smooth in my hands. I open it to the page, after my last entry. The white emptiness awaits my pen.

I’ve kept journals my entire life. For me, there is something therapeutic  about putting feelings, thoughts, experiences down on paper. I like to express myself with words on the page. I’ve had people say to me that they could never keep a journal….because they would be afraid that someone would read their journals, or family would read them after he/she is gone.  My thought is, read them! READ THEM. I hope my family reads all my boxes of  journals. I think they will see that I was a real person, with real issues, joys and sorrows. I had dreams and I tasted grief. I was sometimes goofy and yet a deep thinker.

*In eighth grade I wrote poetry and doodled hearts in the margins of my journal. I practiced different styles of handwriting to see which one was the most beautiful. I wrote of the seasons and time.

*In college I wrote letters to my boyfriend. I’m reminded of some of the deep issues we discussed on paper. (yes, the 80’s were still pre-personal PC days)  I could hold my own in a debate.

*As a college graduate I wrote about my search for a job and my desire to teach. Once I landed my first job, I wrote about my days as a teacher, and my students that made it all worth while.

*I wrote as a newlywed, learning how to share my life with another.

*I began to write a journal to my son when I was only five months pregnant with him. I wanted him to know that he was loved from before he was even born.

*I wrote a journal of grief, for the whole year after my first husband died.

*I wrote when I was a single parent. The joys and the heartaches.

*I wrote when I started dating again. Dating in one’s mid 30’s is a lot different than dating in one’s early 20’s. Just sayin’.

*I wrote to my new husband. Of course, my witty banter won him over….along with my amazing email skills and my otherwise complete lack of knowledge of computers. (Giggle)

*I continue to write in my prayer journal. I pour out my heart to the One who knows and understands…my soul bleeding out on each page.

Each day I etch words into time. I write how I am feeling at that moment. The ups and downs of my life. The bubbled up laughter spilling out in joy. The anguish of dreams not met.

I love writing.  I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.  ~James Michener



Journaling About Life

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On Wednesday, June 1, 2005 I wrote this in my journal:

(I am sure I copied this from something but, I’m not sure where I got it from.)

It is much easier to do something than to trust in God; we mistake panic for inspiration.

God’s Spirit continually reveals what human nature is like apart from His grace.

I am a “keeper of the journal”. I always have been. I’m a writer in my heart. I’ve written my thoughts—and when inspired—the thoughts of others in my journals. I think the earliest journals I have are of the secrets of an 11 year old. I smile when I look back at the Dawn of yesteryear. In my adult years my journals have been a great source of peace for me. Many of my journal entries have turned into prayers. They have become my conversations with God. As I look back I realize that God, Himself ,has chosen to talk with me through my journals too. And yes, God does talk through the written Word. He has given us His own journal, of sorts. He tells us about Himself, His character and actions. He tells us how He interacted in this world, and what is to come.  His journal is called the Bible.

Many times in my journal entries I will write down scripture references that pertain to where I am at in my life at that time. I will copy snippets of pastor’s sermons, or something I’ve read in an inspirational book. As I look back through my journals I am acutely aware of how God has chosen to work in my life. It is laid out before me like a map of words.  Even though I will probably never be famous, and my name will never be in lights… I’ll most likely never travel to exotic ports, or invent  the newest electronic gadget, I still have had a good life. Not always an easy life…but a good one.

When reading my “life map” I realize that God was with me when, as a fresh faced, just out of college, young adult, I was searching for a job. Through a course of events, over miles, and across state lines He brought me to a tiny town in the Appalachian mountains to teach. I would have never found this place on my own. God’s hand print was all over it. I wrote in my journal…..” God, You know I want to teach. I believe You want me to teach. Doors to job opportunities, here in my home state, are closing. I’m giving my job situation over to You. I’ll go where ever you want me.”

When I found out that I was pregnant. What joy! I started journaling about it right away. Before my son even took his first breath, before he was fully formed, I took the opportunity to journal to him about how much he was loved. I thanked God and recognized that He knew my son even before I did. ” I knit you together in your mother’s womb….I know all your days before one of them even comes to be.”

Or when at the age of 32 I was forced to walk “through the valley of the shadow of death”. My late husband died just three weeks after his 34th birthday. In my journal I poured out my heart. There were days that all I could do was cry to Him. He replied with, ” I am a Father to the fatherless and a defender of widows.”  If God is my defender….well, that is saying a lot. God gave me opportunities even in widowhood. No, I have to be honest, this wasn’t the road that I had planned for myself. Still, whatever road I found myself on God was already there.  There was peace in that.

I journaled/prayed my way into my new marriage. As I wrote I asked God to please not allow any man to be in my path that was not part of His plan. I didn’t want anything to do with any man that would cause me heartache or pain.   There were nights when I was lonely. There were nights when I wanted to give in. God heard me. I wrote prayers, pouring out my heart to Him. He chose to have me in widowhood for five years before bringing Scott into my life.

Scott and I have been through a lot in our 4 years of marriage. Selling houses, building a new house, home schooling, moving out of state, making new friends, finding a new church, raising three children in a blended family, plus adult children. At times it is stressful. And frustrating.And happy. And crazy.  Sometimes I feel like I spend most of my time running around trying to get things done—-and wondering if I am making any real difference. I recently wrote in my journal: “So many times I feel like Martha. Distracted by all she had to get done. (Luke 10:38-42) Things having to get done because no one else will do it!  Lord, You told Martha that Mary chose what was better–to be with You.   Help me Lord, to get proper perspective.”

I have had people tell me that they could never journal or blog like I do. They’d be scared to “put it out there” for others to read. I know that God has given me a love of words. Sounds weird to think of that as a gift or talent, huh? I hope my journals are read by my children and grandchildren and their children one day. I hope that recording my personal walk will help them to not only understand me better, but more importantly to understand and know the Lord that I have a relationship with. I have many people that read my blog, from countries around the world. I have no idea whose life I am touching with my words…..but, if just one thing I write makes a difference than it is worth it.