I began blogging a few years ago during a “wilderness” time in my life. Writing was my survival. I’ve learned a lot about myself since putting those first words on paper. I figured out that often I don’t know how I feel about a particular thing until I see it in my own writing. Funny how that works. You’ll find personal stories about me and my family scattered throughout my blog.
Chocolate Cookies And Her Mama
I was browsing in a local shop the other day, trying to find some little gifts to add to a care package I was sending off later in the day. The shop owner watched me pick up this, set down that, and then asked if she could help me find something. I smiled and said I didn’t really know what I was looking for… do you have anything for a broken heart?
In the shop that day, the owner’s 7 year old daughter was helping her mother unwrap new jewelry for the display case. I was taken in by that little darling because her long wavy hair and pretty eyes reminded me of my 4 daughters. Each one of mine is grown now: Raising children of her own. Waiting to have children of her own. Trying to find her way. And mending a broken heart. (Read more)
I also write about…
I began a series called, Do You Belong, last fall. It began as a writing exercise from Write 31 Days, a blogging challenge offered every October. This group of writers is asked to choose a topic and write about it for 31 consecutive days. And yes, I took the challenge as a writing exercise, but God had something else in mind. I was still going through my “wilderness” experience (mentioned above), and this series was God’s way of walking me completely out of the desert. It was therapy. It was life-changing. The posts are rather raw, and vulnerable, written quickly to complete the daily posts. However, months later, I feel God isn’t finished with this topic — or me just yet, and I continue to think and write about belonging. Although the stories shared in this series may be personal to me, the need to belong is universal. Maybe something in that 31 days pertains to you? We all want to find our people and our place.
It’s Time To Put On Our Capes And Be Brave
My granddaughter is one of my superheroes. She can see the kids on the fringe. She is sensitive like that. She knows when girls aren’t fitting in. About a month ago, a new girl showed up at her youth group. When Aubrey noticed the girl, she guided her to the welcome center to help her register and get a name tag. Aubrey stayed with her the rest of the evening. That same evening, two other girls were also new to youth group. They were a bit older than Aubrey, and would have been in a different section, but no one welcomed them. No one showed them how or where to register. They were left to fend for themselves. Now 4 weeks later? Bre’s new friend was there last night, and has come back every week. But the two other girls didn’t come back the following week or the next. They didn’t find their people so they didn’t bother to come back at all. (Read more)
And I write about this…
As I have sought to find where I belong, God led me to a surprising place — an art class at an assisted living facility. This was indeed a surprise because I am not a teacher. I am not an artist. It’s kind of crazy really. But I LOVE this new adventure. It’s the highlight of my week! It is the perfect place of belonging for me. I take lots of pictures of the ladies, and their artwork, and I write about the class here on my blog. I hope you enjoy seeing their pictures and reading a little bit out their lives.
Just a Simple Magnifying Glass
I wasn’t prepared for the reaction Phyllis had when I set the magnifier in front of her. “Oh my! Look at that! Can you believe it? Wow. I can see the detail! Oh my! Wow. I just can’t believe it.” Her response went on, “I bet I can read the newspaper now! Look at that! And the menu; I’ll be able to read the menu now”.
Seriously? It’s just a magnifying glass with a simple stand.
Before long she had all the other art “students” looking through the glass. They were not as impressed as Phyllis was, but then, they are not legally blind… (Read more)