Everything was all set. Ken and I were going to cook dinner for our house guest on a Sunday evening. Simple. Easy. Casual. Just the three of us. Then three became seven.
My husband asked if we could invite a good friend of us all, her husband, and daughter over to dinner as well. My first response: no. I couldn’t wrap my head around having a dinner party for six. All the excuses for why I couldn’t host six people were racing through my mind.
But then I stopped myself and started figuring out how to make it happen. Continue reading →
My plan was perfect. I had it all worked out down to the days and hours that I would get stuff done. The only problem with my plan is it was just that … MY PLAN. It wasn’t HIS plan.
At the start of the year, I had a renewed sense of direction. I knew what I wanted to accomplish with or through Discovering Me, and nothing was going to get in my way. The recalibrating was done, and my focus was clear. And yet, on March 14, 2017, I found myself saying, “Wait, that wasn’t the plan!”
Those who know me well, know that I am not much of a reader. That said, I am intentionally reading more especially given that I am a budding author. What author doesn’t read?
Last July I set out to read The Shack by Wm. Paul Young. The book was given to me several years ago by my grandparents, but it landed where all books land – on the shelf of forgottenness. At the same time I signed up for a Kingdom Writer’s Conference in San Diego, and Paul Young was one of the speakers. Made sense to read the book; I am so glad I did!
In case you are living under a rock, or just choosing not to be connected to the world right now, The Shack is big news because the movie version released this past weekend. And the movie is just as controversial as the book.
Imagine someone sitting in a staff meeting who missed the last three minutes of discussion because they fell asleep with their eyes open. And it’s not that the meeting is boring, it’s because they only got four hours of sleep the night before. Can you relate? I certainly can.
Many a time I have been at work and barely able to keep my eyes open. This is why caffeine was invented if you ask me. But why am I so tired? Well, perhaps a look at the evening before could be most telling.
Power. Emotion. Truth. Humor. Freedom. Love. I could list words forever in answer to the question, “What’s in a song?” Over the course of my 39-year life, I have come to appreciate the significance of music. Whether music is to entertain, move, tell a story, or express that perfect emotion the point is music matters. Music matters to me.
Without a doubt, there are certain songs that have more meaning and represent various aspects of my life. My desire is to share some of the songs that have impacted me then, now, and forever.
Do you remember projectors in high school? Maybe I am dating myself, but in high school, all the teachers used projectors to show their notes or demonstrate a math or science problem. I would be surprised if they are still used today with all the advancements in technology.
What does a projector do? It projects an item onto a screen or flat surface. It takes what is laying on top of it and shares it for all to see. Do you ever project? I project…a lot.
I’m so excited to have faithfully published a blog every Tuesday since the start of the year. And each week I have been hit with the inspiration stick so it’s been fun and relatively easy… until today. I have no idea what to write about. So I asked my husband if I should write about what to write about… and well, you know his answer.
This does lead to me think about what it feels like to be stuck. Do you ever feel stuck? Not necessarily stuck for words, but stuck in thought, action, inaction, etc. Maybe stalled is a better word. I have been stalled all day. In fact, I didn’t even officially start my day until 6:30 p.m. this evening (that would be Monday evening, emphasis on MONDAY). Do you ever have days like that or am I floating on this cold, stuck, stalled Monday evening iceberg alone?
“Do Not Disturb” signs are awesome when you’re staying in a hotel. They are not awesome when they’re hanging around your neck!
Nothing I am about to write is original content. In fact, it is straight out of Joyce Meyer’s mouth. She gave a message called Do Not Disturb Me Part 1: Living In God’s Timing. I can’t even remember what the whole message was about (hence I have included the link for my own refresher). But, I do remember her wearing a “Do Not Disturb” sign around her neck. It was a very striking image – one that will stick with me for a lifetime.
Of course, as I was taking a picture of the frayed chair, Sweetness had to add to her masterpiece!
“She’s destroying the chair! And not just the chair. The couch, the ottoman, the dining room chair. Destroyed!” That’s me throwing a kitty tantrum.
My cute, lovable, baby girl Sweetness is such a gift to our household, but a destructive gift! Shocking right? A cat who scratches up furniture. What’s the world coming to? So why am I surprised that it’s happening? Or am I not surprised but rather disappointed that my superior kitty discipline skills haven’t kicked in?
I was sharing with some friends that I feel such guilt – yes guilt – over the fact that my furniture is getting destroyed. My friends asked why it bothered me so much. I explained that I feel I’ve “wasted” good money by letting the pieces rot at the hands of my kitten. I have an obligation to take care of my possessions. I must keep things in the best condition humanly possible. My things are blessings from God and should be honored and treated as such. And for goodness sake, I’m an adult who should be able to control her 10-month old fur baby!
But is it really about the money? Is it really about my inability to control my cat? Or it is more about what others will think when they see the frayed chair?
Oh no. Do we have to go there? Yep, let’s go there.
There is nothing more sobering than perspective. That moment when you realize your mountain is actually a molehill when put in perspective to someone’s Mount Everest.
Let me first start by saying we should not compare ourselves to others. Period. However, I do think when we are in a place of pity or frustration it can be helpful to see things from a different point of view.
Over the holidays I was having a massive pity party about my food allergies. I have severe, life-threatening food allergies, and the list of things I am allergic to is quite long. Unless you have food allergies, you may not be able to understand or relate but believe me when I say it can be very hard and scary. The hoops you have to jump through just to make sure the wrong thing doesn’t enter your mouth can be exhausting.