• From My Heart,  Inspiration

    What would happen if you stood really still?

    My daughter and I like to play a game when we’re outdoors. We stop whatever busyness has consumed our mind and conversation, we hold hands, close our eyes, take a deep breath in and just listen. We listen. Just listen. Then without opening our eyes or loosening our grasp, we take turns saying what we hear. It’s magical. The sights we see are suddenly transformed into a brilliant expression of sound. Tonight I was watering the cut garden alone while she and hubby scoured the woods for salmon berries. My mind was occupied with all that I needed to do when I got back inside: Get her off to bed.…

  • From My Heart

    The Hard Day

    From my personal journal August 2017. It was a rough day. In general I have no major problems with my health. The occasional cold. sinus headache. nothing out of the ordinary. Except this time it was abnormal. A severe headache had left me with pain for several weeks. It came accompanied with other abnormal and lingering symptoms. And that morning I received news that a test came back with some not normal results. It was unnerving to say the least. My little was with me when I received the news that something more serious could be wrong. I was shaken. It was so far from what I had expected to…

  • From My Heart

    Some Years Are For Growing

    Some years are for growing; But this one, This one is for blooming. ~ Lauren M. Garcia Growing years.Growing seasons.They can be rough.But in the end, if we allow the Almighty to use the circumstance for good, it will be beneficial.It will hurt.We might squirm in discomfort.But it can make us stronger.It can make us more resilient.It can even make us want to grow again……just so we can bloom victorious once more. This last year my health has not been the greatest. In fact some days were downright painful beyond bearing.But here I am 14 months into this thing and I have realized that God used this physical pain for…

  • Mom Life

    Beach Musings

    We were at the beach on the pacific coast. The winds blew hard enough to need my ears covered, but light enough to be out in a long sleeve tee and rolled up jeans. No heavy jackets were needed that day. Little girl was running in and out  of the water with no care for whether or not she was soaked or sandy. Her squeals filled the air as she hopped from tide pool to tide pool and then ran into the shallow waves that lapped the glittering sand. The sun was not close to setting and yet there was this glorious feeling of the softness that the evening rays…