Thankful (Part 3) - Never Alone

I am thankful for my family.  I know you all have been waiting for that chiche to rear its thankful head and so today, I give you family...and a little bit more.

This is a version of one of my favorite sayings.  And this is 100% my family.  I love low maintenance, I love that we can not talk for weeks or months, but when we do...it is like we have been hanging out on the front porch every night.  I love that we all know the other all is crazy busy living their crazy blessed life and we do not hold it against them one iota.  

I love that when we talk, the depth of our conversation is several layers deep because we don't really have time to talk about what we had for dinner, the weather, or the current state of our excretory system.  We talk because we need to express that we LOVE each other with the complete insanity that runs through each generation.  We share because the void of time, no matter how brief or extended, has nothing on the current moment.  

I have several different branches in my life that I would totally include on my family tree.  

One of those branches is my high school friends.  We met over a year ago for our 20th High School Reunion...I know right!  Feels like yesterday and we all don't look a day over a 5 year reunion.  And I don't talk to them that frequently, and see them even less.  But I LOVE them and I am so very proud of each one of them for their beautiful families, and their happiness, and their adaptablity, and for just simply making it this far, because, I dare say I am not alone in "adulting is way harder than I thought it would be".  What we share over Facebook messages is etched on my heart, because we are sharing life, and aging, and funnies, and a little bit of thanks that although far apart, we are not alone.

I have another branch that extends in a crazy direction that includes my college experiences through PLC, Sigma Kappa, and all the other interactions that stemmed off of those two families.  I still keep in touch with several ladies and gents and you want to talk about inspiring!  Civic leader, preachers, teachers, special-needs parents, newscasters, peace-corp, doctorates, and lawyers...there are some serious stories of tragedy, triumph, hope, grace, divorce, loss, gain, perseverence, contentment...so proud to say I served and lived alongside of them for a moment.

Some of the thickest branches include our baseball families.  We always come out of the season (aside from one bad choice - mistakes happen) closer to most of the families that we spend 5+ months with.  Some have even visited us in our modest little town and they still LOVE us!  We have shared car rides, vacations, hotel rooms, sunflower seeds, beers, salsa (no double dipping of course), tears, laughter, resources, bats, umbrellas, blankets, high-fives...and some remain our sturdiest branches today.  Because of them I know the power of a jelly fish, can talk boy puberty without blushing, have tried every flavor of sunflower seed known to man, and through them, I have learned that we can be randomly united for the love of the game.  

I am thankful for the beautifully painted branch that is my women's bible study group.  Over the past four years we have read, prayed, welcomed, and grown together.  I feel we are at a point where God is calling us to go deeper and leave the comfort zone behind...I don't know what that looks like, or what that means, but I firmly know that we do not walk it alone.

I am thankful for the branch that contains my two-favorite bloggers and workers for Christ.  

(1) Kristen Welch founded Mercy House and her Blog "We Are That Family" constantly reminds me that at times we all yell at our kids, can't afford to give them everything, want to save the world, struggle with ebbs and flows in relationships, women should support women, and in the end, we can only do so much.  (The Mom Quilt supports Mercy House and contains an essay by me!).  (2) Jen Hatmaker is who I would stalk if I was that kind of person.  If you have not read Interupted, 7:  A Mutiny Against Excess, or For the Love - well your tree is not being watered abundantly.  She reminds us that leggings are not pants, that 40 is freeing, that you really can wear the same 7 pieces of clothing for one month and live to tell about it, and that humaning is hard work.  BOTH of these ladies write about how many of us HAVE BEEN BLESSED ABUNDANTLY...and ask "what are you going to do about it?".  

And without giving you a mini-sermon here...I am thankful for the roots and vine that have established the encompassing knowledge that I am never alone when I allow my day to begin with Christ.  I rarely talk to myself anymore, but I found myself talking to Him alot.  I always believed in God, but until four years ago, I never realized what it meant to have a relationship with God.  To realize that He has been chasing me, protecting me, redirecting me...my whole life.  

Behold, the hour is coming, indeed it has come, when you will be scattered, each to his own home, and will leave me alone.  Yet I am not alone, for the Father is with me.  John 16:32

We are all scattered in different locations, different stages of life, different teams, long and short moments.  But the Father is with each and every one of us -whether you are ready to acknowledge that relationship or not...He ain't goin' nowhere!

As we enter this time of Thanks-Giving, no matter what family branch you are with, or how many branches you have to visit over the course of the next week, or what branches may hit you as your crazy busy life goes cruzing by...Stop and take in all the many branches you have been blessed with and let your life be watered with the fact that you are never truly alone.  

**The following link is to my Pinterest Board that contains many things that I am thankful someone said, because it helps remind me that I am not alone in my thoughts and feelings...maybe you can relate to a few and can feel that same comfort of a kindred soul swinging from their tree:

"A Little Bit Me"

Thankful (Part 2) - Dear Journey of My 30's

In a short 10.5 days, I will enter a new decade.  I have never been one of "those people" who enters the next year with apprehension, regret, or dread.  I have also never been one to make a big deal about the approaching day of birth or turn the whole month of November into "all about me".  Not my style.  It is another day on the calendar and as mine usually lands the same week as Thanksgiving, it has a tendency to be overshadowed by turkey, family, all things pumpkin, and here-is-a-Christmas-decoration-for-your-birthday-gift.

Whatever the degree to which I downplay the next year of life, inside I am so thankful for all of it's crazy imprints on the first 4 decades of love, lessons, and celebrations.  I am extremely thankful to be bidding my 30's a quasi-fond farewell...

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To this woman who has lived through her thirties and survived to tell about it:

You will enter your thirties with a near-death experience.  Seriously.  Your thirtieth birthday was a blast, dinner on the canal and an OKC Hornets game with your soul mate.  Now I don't know if it was the fact that you were 115 lbs, low-carbing, and teaching indoor-cycling four days a week, but the wine at dinner and cosmos at the piano bar after the game did you in...You will pass out in the shower the next morning and then hop in the car for an hour and half drive to Thanksgiving dinner with your family.  Cheers to you 30!  The good news here is that you will not overdo it again for at least ten years and counting...

In the few months following entry into your thirtieth decade, you will be faced with unemployment and the diagnosis of cancer in your very own momma.  January and February will be very dark months for you, but you will be supported in ways you never imagined by people you never would have thought.  And you will begin to say good-bye.  Good-bye to your college town (Go Bronchos!), your home for the past 12 years, the birth town of your babies, neighbors and friends in the same stage of life as you, your sanity, vodka (allergic), 115 lbs (never to be seen again), 10:00 pm trips to Target (it really is for the best), early morning runs, and a wee-bit of selfishness (though this will be a humbling process that comes to a head at 36).

As you approach 31, you will find yourself in a a new-to-you small town just 8 miles from where you "grew up" as a youth.  You will have lived with your parents for a couple of months while waiting to close on a house.  You will have moved into that new house and cried many tears as you cleaned up years of dust and grime in every crevice of your new project.  Your daughter adjusts wonderfully to her new school and finds a new friend that reminds you exactly of the little friend she left in Edmond.  Your son will have a harder time and it will take a lot of prayers and patience to walk this experience with him.  Small town life is extremely different from the life you were accustomed to.  It is best to keep these observations to yourself as you will soon learn...everyone is related and you are not from here.  

You will find yourself trying out a few different career paths in your thirties.  Trying to figure out who you are, where you fit in, and the best was to contribute to your family and soul.  You are ever the trusting being and you will be deeply wounded by friends, board members, church family...this is not their fault.  You are trying to be something you are not yet ready for and relying on people and things that are not capable of meeting the same expectations you set for yourself.  You need to chill out and I hate to say it, but it will be one of the hardest processes I feel you will ever go through.

You will trust someone to have your families best interest in mind.  You will enter into a partnership and find yourself owning a store.  You will continue trying to be all things to all people and your perfectionism disorder will cause you a great deal of stress.  You will be attacked by people you don't even know.  You will have your income stolen and broken by a few kids up to no good.  And you will have to let go.  Let go of plans, a home, dignity, pride, "friends", gossip, perfectionism, control, reputation, effort, facades, self...

It is here that after 36 long years...you find a relationship with God.  Not a church, a sermon, or simply a belief in God...but you will find Him.  He will begin to reveal Himself to you in powerful ways and the light at the end of your dark tunnel will begin to be blinding.  You will discover new gratitude for your marriage and your little family of four.  The people that you have have always tried to be there for, will begin to be there for you.  You will realize that the violent way that everything was taken from you can only mean that you are NOT in control - this is the most freeing revelation - hold onto it with all your strength and bring it to mind when things get low from time-to-time, because they will.  

Your circle has gotten much smaller as you approach 40, but the quality of those involved in your life has increased ten-fold.  You are a work-in-progress that does your best to capture every thought and word and examine it for its potential goodness in the world.  You have learned to say NO - and I am so very proud of you.  The world did not end with those two letters flowing off your tongue.  Own that word with compassion and kindness.  While the process of the past four years has been humbling and blessed, sometimes lonely, it has brought you to so many illuminated places internally...focus on the good in you and in the world.  Keep writing, keep loving, keep forgiving, keep talking to God.

My wish for you is that you approach the next 10 years with a minimalist mindset.  Downsizing all the "things" in your life that you do not find lovely or that do not bring you joy.  If it clutters your closet or mind, donate it to the world and move on.  Pull those BandAids off and share your scars with the world.  Turn them into a kickin' tattoo that allows you to witness to the world the work of God's grace and mercy in your life.  Let your mantra be:

Luke 12:25 And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?

Yes dearest thirties, I learned a lot from you.  I got back to high-school skinny twice - then I remembered that I really like cheesecake and carbs.  I approached you with my whole life planned and I am leaving you living day-by-precious-day.  I entered you with a 5 year-old and a 3 year-old.  I am taking a 15 and 13 year-old into my 40's and I never imagined that I could love two people more.  At thirty, I had been married, like-forever and 10 years...but at forty, it will be 20 years and all I hope for is more and more time with my heart, my best-friend.

Good-bye to you 30's.  You have given me a lifetime of lessons in your ten years with me.  The foundation I enter 40 with is several layers more solid and because I hold no expectations...it is way more exciting to approach.  I am thankful for you, but please know, that I will not miss you.

My Best Regards,

Your 39 year, 354.5 Day Old Thankful Friend

Thankful (Part 1) - Yep I'm Going There

Home...

When you look up the definition of home, you will find several options to choose from:  a place of residence; the social unit formed by a family of individuals living together; a familiar setting; a place of origin; a residence providing care for people with special needs; and the object of victory in certain games.

If you would have asked me about nine years ago what a home was, I would have given you the "place of residence", and I would dare say, the most common and expected answer.  But almost four years ago to the day, we were forced into bankruptcy and reluctantly, but eventually willingly, conceded our "home". 

As I sit here and think about all the structures I have resided in, I am pretty positive I have the majority of them covered:  Trailer parks (many), house in the country, childhood home, college dorm, sorority house, 3-bedroom apartment, 700 sq' duplex, big city first-time home buyer new construction, larger second home in the "country" on an acre with some of the best neighbors evvaaah..., small town 3400 sq' 100-year home dream project (going into it), fear of being homeless/living in parents basement, and currently...1100 sq' of 100-year old 'cozy'. 

To look at that previous paragraph, it is completely humbling on many levels.  My first thought is that is all so temporary...just a place...a blessed place of shelter until the next piece of the puzzle is put into place.  Second thought, is that God has always provided for me.  I have always had a roof over my head, it may not be the roof I have always dreamed of, but it has always simply been.  And third, with many shelters in the U.S. overflowing there are people in this world that may only have one or two of those structures on their list and one of those might be the shelter or in third-world countries it might be a box...

As discussion after the second break-in to our store began and we approached the cliff on the tiptoes of bankruptcy, my husband and I were on opposite ends of what to do with our "home".  After all, the house is what drew us to the small town, sealed the deal.  This neglected old home with red-oak woodwork and old stone fireplace and the opportunity to restore it into all the beauty we saw it could be under the layers of green shag carpet, one-inch of dust, and foam ceiling tiles.  And we did what we could, and it was beautiful.  And it was our sweat, tears, smashed thumbs, curse words, and satisfaction in the final product.  And....it was hard to let go. 

But in the end it was just a place.  A place that housed "things" that we had collected over the years.  A place that housed memories, yes...but those memories transfer with us, they are not fixed.  A place that had felt much of our sadness and witnessed some ugly discussions as we absorbed the tragedy of losing it all.  The people within the house mattered....the memories of 16 years of marriage being packed into boxes mattered...the hope that God would use it for His good somehow...mattered.

Let me tell you something about the little "home" we are in now...it needs a lot of work...just like us.  I have no doubt that God looks down on us and dreams of all the updates He would like to make on our hearts. If we would only invest in bettering ourselves one tile at a time, as we dream of doing to the kitchen backsplash.  My bathroom is holding on to 1960's salmon tile and a matching sink...what am I holding onto from the past that needs to be left in the past?  And the east and south side of the house still has the original windows and screens, and while full of character, they lack efficiency...sometimes I am full of personality, but am I really using that to make others around me the best they can be?

The greatest thing (and sometimes the worst) is that we are always together.  Someone might be watching TV in the living area, while one is at the desk on the computer, and someone else is coloring in their new journaling Bible at the table.  We are in the same 250 sq' every night and it is awesome.  If someone gets up and goes to sit on the back deck with the hound dog, the other three usually aren't far behind...that my friends...is home.

 Home is my son begging his dad to start the charcoal on the grill, home is that we can hear someone singing in the salmon shower in the short distance to the living room, home is everyone holding their nose because someone tooted on the couch under their blanket, home is everyone of us talking baby-talk to our basset hound when we go to the back door, home is my daughter's addiction to baking, home is coloring for six hours last Saturday in our Bibles together, home is knucks at bedtime, home is shoes that have had feet in them lying on top of folded sweaters in my small closet, home is my grandma's bowling pins in a frame behind the couch, home is a cold beer and fire pit.  Anyhow...that is how I see home.

2 Corinthians 9:11 is part of the section on the 'Cheerful Giver' and Paul says:  "You will be enriched in every way to be generous in every way, which through us will produce Thanksgiving to God."

My small house has enriched me.  I am thankful that I have a roof over my head that happens to be new.  I am thankful that it only takes me an hour tops to clean it ceiling to floor...not that that always happens, but in theory it is pretty spectacular.  I do my best to be generous when I can to others going through a drought in life...I have been there, I have made it through...thanks be to God.

I have learned that it is not the shell that surrounds me while I sleep, but the beings that inhabit the innermost parts of my heart while I rest...that is home. 

Tonight I Art!

I am attending a workshop tonight on Bible Journaling. A group of about 16 of us is totally going to play with different mediums, and colors, and stickers, and tracing paper...and I am so excited!

I used to paint quite a bit before I had babies, and those babies went to school, and those babies aren't babies anymore and keep my calendar without any blank spaces.  Painting was therapeutic for me and was the one thing I did in my life that was detail oriented, although I pretend that I have every aspect of my life operating within the fine lines.

I am also a big fan of coloring books.  I loved when the kids were toddlers and I had an excuse to buy coloring books and crayons.  I tried my best to be patient when they wandered on to the next activity and I was not yet done with my masterpiece.

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If you follow me on Pinterest, you know that I started a board, Copy Cat (so very sorry that I bombarded your home feed), just for the pure inspiration of all that my new Journaling Bible can be.  And not only am I giddy about the prospect of beautiful bible art, I am looking forward to finding fresh (to me) impactful scripture to jump out at me on each page.  I find myself envisioning my current favorites and how I will illustrate them, give them life, and create new visual memories of how very good God is to us.

I can be fun, but I am not always known as the fun parent.  When did I forget to be childlike?  At what point did I opt out and begin to pick up the problems of the world?  Why do I constantly allow perceived responsibility to trump dirty kitchen, laundry piles, and throwing a bouncy ball in the craziest of ways with my thirteen year old?

I am here to tell you all that I need to lighten up my friends.  Knowing and doing are on opposite ends of the spectrum most days, but I am going to make every effort to meet them in the middle.

You know what is crazy cool?  We are all the children of someone forever.  And whether or not you have an enriched relationship with your earthly parents, or one that is strained, quiet, or at a point of termination...you will always be a child of God.  He loves you and finds great joy when you build forts, play with legos, answer a toy phone, ride a bike, skip rope, hula-hoop, do the cabbage-patch, sing like a rock-star, and when you color like it is going to be hung on the walls of your very own art exhibit.

What childhood activity have you let go by the wayside?  I challenge you to make time to rediscover it, embrace it fully like a second grader doing double-dutch, channel all the silliness that your adult self has submerged, and put a smile on your Father's face!

Mark 10:14-16 ..."Permit the children to come to Me; do not hinder them; for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.  Truly I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child will not enter it at all".  And He took them in His arms and began blessing them...

Let's Not Tire of Doing What is Good

So, for the fourth time since Wednesday, I have received the following verses, either through a devotion, random search on Pinterest, or going through an old journal:

Galatians 6:9-10 So let's not get tired of doing what is good.  At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don't give up.  Therefore, whenever we have the opportunity, we should do good to everyone, especially those in the family of faith.

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I was having a hard time with three financially unexpected hickies and was totally weary of doing life the 'good way'.  I finally had a teary-eyed pity party at lunch Wednesday, much to my husband's surprise - because remember, I am the good-front-hold-it-all-together gal - and although I usually try to prioritize my devotions for first thing in the morning, Wednesday did not go as planned.

So I cry, and get back to work, and THIS scripture above is in my inbox.

I had also thrown in a "life is not fair" party, "when will we catch a break?" party, "maybe I will try to skirt the issue" party, and my newly negative word "really?" party.  I may or may not have talked to God in an angry, despondent tone...

And so, because HE is awesome...He had adjusted my morning in order that I would read this 'Verse of the Day' at just the right time of the day.  And later that night at WBS, we received the challenge of the week to STOP COMPARING!!  And yesterday...twice I found this verse in front of me and then early this morning (like 5:30ish), here it comes again.

Although I know better by now, I am constantly amazed that emotionally, spiritually, physically, effortly, judgementally, and needily...today is not a whole lot different than when the Bible was being penned. 

Trying to stay morally grounded in this earthquake world; trying to fight the battle of patience in this instant-gratification war-zone is challenging; and remembering that God has an even better bigger-picture plan for your life in this everything in a 2"x4" cell phone screen is hard to comprehend in human minds.

What I am focusing on today is turning it over to God...the fear, worry, and anxiety that is always waiting for an opportunity to glue itself to me.  I have to pray to have the burden lifted, to tell God I am angry about it and accept that He is not obliged to lend me understanding at this time, and to embrace the realization that there is not a thing I could or would have done different.

If anyone knows what we are battling, it is Paul...hot-headed, passionate, eager to do what was right, constantly lifting up the 'weary', patient, stead-fast, enduring, jailed, and set-free.  I have a shirt that says "Hate is Easy, Love Takes Courage".  I think Paul would have liked it. 

It is easy to get caught-up in a whirlwind of negative and forget to stop, be still, and focus on the good.  ALL the good that we never even asked for.  Ephesians tells us that it is by God's grace we are saved and to pretty much quit trying to earn it, expect it, or work for it.  If we can hold on to this unfathomable gift that simply is because of who He is...for me, it means that He is good, even when I yell at Him.  He is good even when I am debating earthly fairness.  He is always good, never weary, even with me...who can be a little difficult and the thrower of parties themed with all things questioning and doubting.

I read in another blog this week "bad paths are easy to get into, but hard to get out of...like a bag of Oreos".  We may be emotionally spent and think that cutting corners will alleviate some of the burden, we may even think we can stop whenever we feel like it...but "Hello Instant Gratification" will lead to harder paths (and more calories) in the long run.

So by God's grace and a little salt water purge...I am renewed, refocused, and throwing a party that is a little more thankful, a lot more humble, and fully anticipating that big-picture harvest!

My Own Personal Staircase

Okay, last week and this week, I am experiencing some major writer's block y'all.  I have prayed over it and I even read 3 (three!!) books last week hoping to be inspired and I think all I did was completely cloud my judgement and perspective on a few things.  So something that you should know about me when this happens...I get quiet.

If I am not sure what direction you are coming at me from...I get quiet.

If I am not sure if it is kosher to throw something out there...I get quiet.

If I read something that deeply affects me, I have to set it aside and...I get quiet.

In situations where many, many people are being passive aggressive and/or down right rude...I get quiet.

My Timehop on Facebook these past few days has been from 4-5 years ago of not-so-fun memories...it makes me quiet.  And as I sit here wondering what message God wants me to share with you, I guess it would be that feelings are human, they are hard, real, always just beneath the surface, and...they are okay.  

He wants us to know that moments of deep despair will rock our little worlds and bring us to our knees, but there is this wonderful staircase of grace and mercy that is begging for ascension when we dry our tears and change our course.  We can't begin this climb in the middle of the stairwell, it has to begin at the bottom.

We have been studying the parables of forgiveness in WBS and it is hard to discern if you have or have not forgiven sometimes, especially when the wonderful world of feelings throws lumps in your throat and sprinkles emotions in your eyeballs.  We discussed feeling's sneaky little side-kick trust last week.  Forgiveness is the tread before you get to the first step.  Trust and feelings can be a tall, steep climb.  It took the first disciples a very, very long time to trust Saul/Paul.  They "felt" he was a bit aggressive in his commission...and Paul said:

2 Corinthians 11:6  I may be unskilled as a speaker, but I am not lacking in knowledge... 

So, sometimes the words don't come out quite right, people don't get us...or we get quiet.  Those are the times we find ourselves at the top of an incline, where the oxygen gets a little thin, and God breathes new life into us.

Every once in awhile a little meloncholy Timehop is good.  It lets you look back at all the stairs you have conquered, at all the dried puddles of saltwater and fear, at rickety steps of regained or extended trust, and at a smooth wrought iron handrail of acceptance, love, and a peace that only God can provide.

So if you happen upon me and I am quiet, know that I am just pausing on my staircase, holding onto the handrail so I don't fall, fixing some squeaky boards, examining my tread for wear-and-tear, and chilling with God at the oxygen bar.  

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I'm 'Really' Not Complaining...

Philippians 2:4  Do everything without complaining and arguing.

Soooooo...we were issued a seven-day challenge at WBS this week:  Give up Complaining for Seven Days!  There is nothing quite as cheerful as a group of women...laughing.  It was a bit of that "yeah right" nervous laugh we heard this past Wednesday.

And less than 12 hours later...I needed a point of clarification:  If I grumble in my head, but refuse to verbalize is it complaining?  And it just so happens that my little 'go-to' dictionary.com says "to grumble is to utter ill-natured complaints half to oneself".  Yep.  Nailed it.

And if I am to go by their definition of 'complain' - 1. To express dissatisfaction, pain, uneasiness, censure, resentment, or grief; find fault; 2. To tell of one's pains, ailments, etc; and 3. To make a formal accusation - well...it would appear that I have a wee bit of work to do.

In scrolling down this revelation, I came across the Antonym (Opposite for those of you, who like me, need a refresher in "English before I was 18"):  Rejoice!

That is it!  One word to turn that frown upside down - Rejoice!  So, in my complete and utter defeat, I decided to claim three Rejoices for every (wink-wink) grumble.

1. Issue at work with someone not turning in their paperwork (see point of clarification):
                  1.  Mmmmmmmmm.....coffee!
                  2.  One more day to Friday!
                  3.  My husband gets me!

2. Received a text (generalized to protect the innocent); Can you be in charge of this?...Great thank you so much! (all part of the same text).
                  1.  Yum - My house totally smells like fresh baked cookies!
                  2.   Squeezes on the best daughter and friend for making my house smell like fresh baked cookies!
                  3.   New toothbrushes are the bomb!

3.  Giant tractor with Giant tires flicking mud as I keep a safe driving distance behind it.  My immediate response was:  Really?  - OMG - How many times a day do I say just that word and not even notice, nor give it credit for being a complaint (see dissatisfaction)?
                 1.  Beautiful Sunrise!
                 2.  First5 Devotion on trading your "bowl of beans" (if you do not have this app - go now!)
                 3.  Love theHouse FM keeping me company on my morning drive!

4.  Still hasn't turned in paperwork (point of clarification and complaint 1. that began my demise):
                 1.  Mmmmmmmm.....coffee!
                 2.  It is Friday!
                 3.  My husband still gets me and supports (calling) me (out) in this 7 day quest of "good intentions"...

5.  Me:  This morning in sure taking its own sweet time
     Husband:  That was a reportable complaint
     Me:  No...that is an observation.  (Oh alright!!)
                 1.  It is 64 degrees outside - Welcome Fall - My Fav!
                 2.  Chili Bowl for Lunch!
                 3.  Co-worker back from vacation - thankful for a smile to greet me and safe travels for them to and from their journey.

And I am beyond thankful, seventy times seven times, for my fearless WBS leader for issuing this challenge.  I may not ((cough-cough) will not) boast a 100% success rate, but I am completely and utterly examining every thought that hits my feeble human head and discerning whether or not it should be put out into the world.

Psalms 104:34  May all my thoughts be pleasing to Him, for I rejoice in the Lord.

Jen Hatmaker says "the hardest part of being human is the human part".

Just as we have co-workers, kiddos, spouses, drives to work, accountability, requests for assistance...we are ourselves co-workers, kiddos, spouses, drivers, accountables, and requestors.  Our lives up until this very moment have shaped how we approach circumstances, responses, and daily human duties.  I don't want to have any encounter where people's response to me is "Really?".

Not complaining, just observing...five more days seems like a LONG time!  (Oh alright!!)
               1.  Thank you for reading - so overwhelmed by your support!
               2.  This is my 23rd Post - I flippin' love that number!
               3.  It is the weekend!  Capture your thoughts and Rejoice!
               4.  BONUS - God is so very good to me...Really!

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