A Night of Reflecting

Tonight my mind is flooded with memories of loved ones who are not with us any longer.  Apparently, exhaustion makes ones mind wander. I have been putting in very long hours at work, preparing for Christmas services, and have more to go. I know it will be worth it, but tonight I am a very weary soul. I am also a weepy soul. I saw a photo of almond bark, of all things, and thought of my Gram. She made 3-4 treats a year out of that stuff so the photo made me think of her. Since then, my mind has gone to all my grandparents, my father-in-law, dear friends and family members, and our dog Maddie who left us in April, and I am remembering and reflecting, and shedding tears. I think of friends who have lost both parents since Summer and how their Christmas will be this year. I think of those who have lost their children this year, and how they must be overwhelmed with grief. "It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" came on the radio tonight and I thought how while it is because of Jesus and the gift of His life and love to us, it is also a lonely time of year for many. 

So, be there for others. Look at them, notice them, offer a smile, a helping hand, a listening ear. You don't know what is going on inside that person's soul or what they are facing. Kindness goes a long way, however. Be kind. Be loving. Give the gift of a smile. You never know how your kindness will touch or affect someone. If you know a single parent, give them a hand by either watching their kids, giving them a gift card, or lifting their load in some way. If you know older people who are alone, go spend some time with them, touch their hands, look them in the eye, and listen. If you know someone who has lost a loved one this year, just let them know  you are thinking of them. 

Spread love. Give. Be present. 

And if you need a reminder of what Christmas is all about, here is a reminder:

Oh Christmas Tree

As I decorate our Christmas tree tonight, I am overwhelmed. Our tree isn't an elegant tree.  It isn't a tree that any designer would recommend.  Our Christmas tree would not be featured in any home decorating magazine.  But honestly, I don't care.  Our tree is a memory tree.  It's filled things that fill our hearts and minds.  It's filled with years upon years of memories.  Nearly every ornament we hang on our tree represents someone and something special.

We have handmade ornaments from the years we did youth ministry with 5th and 6th graders.  Perfect, no.  Beautiful and from the heart, yes. As I hung those ornaments on the tree tonight, I remembered the love in the eyes of the kids who gave their special creations to me. Those 'kids' are now in their late 20's. Our tree has precious ornaments from our grandparents. There are handmade ornaments from our parents, and our nieces when they were wee little ones.  Our tree has handpainted ornaments from my husband's dad, who has been gone for nearly fifteen years now.  The ornaments that adorn our tree all have a memory attached to them. 



One Christmas in our early married years, things were pretty tight.  We had a lot of medical bills that year, and wages were very lean. We had many speed bumps in life that year, particularly the latter part of the year.  Three weeks prior to Christmas, the UPS driver showed up at our door with a box.  I hadn't ordered anything, as there wasn't money to order anything, so I did not know what we were receiving. I opened the box and it was a beautiful octagon box that had old time Santa Claus pictures all over it.  I opened the box, and it was filled with twelve beautiful ornaments.  I grabbed the box to see who the sender was, as I knew these ornaments had to be fairly pricey. There was a company's name. I searched the box for a card, but there was not one. When my husband arrived home from work that evening, I showed him the ornaments and asked if he had ordered them. He said no. We called both sets of parents, grandparents, but no one knew anything about them. The following day I called the company listed on the shipping address. The kind customer service lady looked it up and said they had the order, but that the order came from us. I said we didn't order them. She looked a bit more, and said "well, they must be from Santa so just enjoy them, and please keep them." I offered to send them back, but she insisted we keep the ornaments as apparently their company sent them by 'mistake' but it was their mistake, so therefore, it was a gift for us to enjoy.  We did, and twenty years later, we still do.  I think of that hard year every time I pull the box out, and how God knew we needed that little reminder that even in the hard times, the lean times, there are gifts around us, we just need to enjoy and appreciate them. We also need to take the time to see them.

We have one wooden dog bone on the tree that has the name CODY engraved in it.  Cody was our first dog after we got married.  He died a couple weeks before Christmas in 2001, so that ornament brings tears to my eyes as I place it upon our tree.  When I pulled out the bone that says MADDIE, I shed quite a few tears.  14 years ago, Maddie came to warm our hearts and home two days after Christmas.  She left a big hole in our hearts when she left this year, right after Easter.  Both Cody & Maddie LOVED Christmas.  They would get so excited when the Christmas boxes came out.  Maddie would spend every evening sleeping under the tree during the month of December. She was like a little kid.  Our new pup, well, let's just say she needs some work on this whole Christmas thing and not eating her stocking, the tree, or the ornaments on the tree. 

I love our tree. I love the memories that flood our tree. For each ornament, each memory, I am grateful. 

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Giving Thanks

This is one of the first years in many that I have not done 30 days of thanks. Honestly, I have missed it. Whether I did a photo prompt or wrote it out, it would make me stop and pause and be thankful. This season has brought many things that have kept me so busy I have not had much time to just pause. This morning is the first pause I have had in three weeks. I'm not proud of that fact nor is it how I want to live, sometimes life gets very busy. I always try to take at least a partial day to pause, rejuvenate, and have some margin in my life. However these last three weeks have had little time for that. I am thankful that this morning I did not have a schedule, and was able to go at a slower pace, and get some photo time.

Giving thanks. We live in a culture that is not always terribly appreciative and words of thanks often go unspoken. While thank you is a great thing to hear, having an attitude of thankfulness is what's the most important. Thankfulness and gratitude begin in our heart. While it can be taught, and should be, we are responsible for our own actions, words, decisions and we decide what comes out of our mouth and where we allow our hearts and minds to live. Teaching kids how to live this way is a priceless gift, and it come best by modeling a life like this. Giving thanks should be a daily routine that comes naturally out of a heart of gratefulness. Deep gratitude is not about how much stuff we have that clutters our lives, the house we live in, or the cars we drive. Deep gratitude comes from living a life of joy.

I have had many friends who have been to other countries where people have absolutely nothing and are living out of cardboard boxes or 20 people are living inside what we would consider a small bedroom. My friends tell me that these people have such a deep seeded joy and they live a life grateful to be alive, for the people that surround them, and they laugh and sing often. They have little as far as material possessions go, but their hearts are filled with gratefulness and thanksgiving and their lives reflect that by the way they live.

Thankfulness doesn't depend on what we have or don't have. Thankfulness and gratitude begin in our heart. It's up to us to tend to her heart, so that we reap a harvest of deep gratefulness. When we tend to our hearts that way, our lives automatically overflow with thanksgiving and we bless those who encounter us on a daily basis. We smile. We say thank you. We are kind. We help someone in need. We do the mundane, and we don't complain. We love those in our lives deeply and cherish and treasure every moment we have to spend together. When we take care of harvesting gratefulness in our heart, living a life of giving thanks becomes a natural part of our being.


So, while I have missed the daily pause to record my 30 days of thanks of social media, I do pause and say thank you to God for my husband, my family, my home, friends, our church family, ministry, daily provisions, my pup, the beauty that surrounds me, the gift of amazing grace that was freely given to me because of Christ, being able to serve others, and the blessings go on and on. I try to tend my heart and keep it focused on the blessings God gives me daily. Yes, I fail and I can complain, but I don't live in that spot. Oh, I could but I refuse to let bitterness take a deep root in my life, as life is a precious gift, and we are made to live it out in a deep state of gratitude.


This Thanksgiving season, give yourself the gift to allow gratitude to fill your heart, and flow out into your life and touch others. You will be blessed.


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This is a great reminder of how to be present and live out each day. 

Autumn Splendor

"Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn." —Elizabeth Lawrence

How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. 

~John Burroughs 

I love autumn, the one season of the year that God seems to have put there just for the beauty of it. ~Lee Maynard

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile. ~William Cullen 

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Back To School

The theme this month for my blog circle is 'Back To School.' I have been out of school for more years than I want to admit, although I did take some life coaching classes four years back and loved it! I don't have kids to send off to school, either, so I wondered what I could write about.  Well, last Wednesday, it came to me.

We have a four month old puppy.  She has a lot of spunk and energy, and a very, very strong will.  Two weeks ago, we started school with her.  She is officially enrolled in obedience classes for five weeks.  She is in a rather large class.  There were close to 20 dogs, and probably 35 owners at our first night of class.  We had everything from tiny little terriers to very large and clumsy lab puppies, and one German Shepherd pup.  Everyone but one little Blue Heeler seemed happy to be there.  All the other pups and dogs had tails wagging and were friendly and playful with one another.

Our first lesson was "Let's Go" and "Sit."  My pup paid attention most of the time. She had a lab pup next to her, and it took all her will to not pounce and play through the entire class. They were about the same size, but two months age difference, my Golden being the younger of the two.  Everyone was doing pretty well, until all the sudden, someone started to bark, then another, and another, and two more. My girl was the beginning barker.  The neighbor horses decided to come to the fence, which was only a couple feet behind where we were sitting.  My girl decided these large, scary creatures did not look like everyone else around the circle and so she told them so.  Now, she has seen horses before, but these were encroaching upon her doggy class, and she wasn't so sure what to do about it.  Needless to say, we got a visit from the teacher who thought taking her over to the fence would help, but it only made her more upset.  I feared we would be sent to the principals office the first night of class.  In a sense, we were, as they made us go to the indoor arena and get a new collar on our girl "to better control her."

We are now in the second week, and she has learned sit, lay down, let's go, and we are working on heal and stay.  She also loves to retrieve her ball and bring it back, and most of the time she drops it when told.  

Schooling for her can be a bit challenging as she appears to have a case of what we call the butterfly syndrome.  She will be very well behaved and paying attention, when suddenly, BUTTERFLY!  Or CAT! Or BUG! Or PERSON! OR...........anything that moves! The teacher assured us she will grow out of this syndrome. 

So, as my husband and I attend school with our pup, we are all learning.  Although we have had dogs before, this one is definitely her own personality, so back to school is a good place for all of us to be so we can have a well trained, well behaved adult dog.  Well, we can at least hope.  

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Smoke-Filled Skies in Idaho

I live in Idaho.  Idaho and Washington are severely on fire.  While it makes for some amazing sun photos, we desperately need rain.  Most days, all we see is gray to the ground, with ash falling down like snow.  However, at the moment, we are the fortunate ones as there is not a fire right here.  We have numerous fires surrounding us, but so far, we are safe.  For that, I am grateful!

Please pray for rain for our region! 

This was one of the better days.  There is an airport, homes, and mountains, you just can't see them. 

The Pup

Our new pup, well, we have had her two months now, makes me smile, even when she is causing trouble or biting me.  She is now 3 1/2 months old and getting quite a personality.  She loves kids, running non-stop, watermelon, and feet.  Last week, we were finally able to take her for a walk because her vaccinations were finished.  She is now discovering a whole new world and loving to go for walks.  

She is also losing teeth the past week so she is chewing more than usual, and her puppy fluff is beginning to fall out, being replaced by her adult coat.  

Her sweet face brings a smile to my face.  I hope it does yours, as well.  

Only a Golden puppy can find mud in the middle of a very hot Summer drought! 

Where I Live

I live in the Pacific Northwest.  It used to be a quiet place, where farming and logging were the key industries.  Those industries have been replaced with tourism, real estate, and construction.  We are one of the fastest growing places in the United States.  I can't say that statistic thrills me.  I liked the quieter, slower life, with expansive farmlands, beautiful lakes and trees, and dirt roads.  I am a country girl at heart.  Those ole dirt roads and fields are being replaced by cookie cutter housing developments where the homes are on top of each other and every road is paved. The beautiful pine trees are being knocked over like dominoes to build more homes and roads.  

All that aside, I still seek out the beauty in creation that God provides for me every day.  It may take a little longer to find a quiet place but I so appreciate every beautiful moment when I find a place of solitude, to take in and capture the beauty that surrounds me.  

At my home, I enjoy my front porch, where I can sit in the cool of a Summer morning, drink my coffee, look at my flowers, and listen to the birds sing.  There is often a purple finch serenading me as I sip my coffee. For such a small bird, he has a beautiful song and he reminds me to find joy in the moment.  

In the evenings, I enjoy beautiful sunsets off my front porch.  Tonight was no exception.  It was a beautiful skyline.  

I am blessed to live where I live.  I am thankful that God provides amazing beauty for me to enjoy and capture with my camera, and my heart.  I hope you take time each day to appreciate where you live and that you slow down long enough to see the beauty that surrounds you.

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The Adventure of Life

A life of adventure is ours for the taking, whether we are seven or seventy.  Life for the most part is what we make of it.  We have been given a responsibility to live it fully, joyfully, completely, and richly in whatever span of time God grants us on this earth. ~Luci Swindoll 

Do you need to make a course adjustment to live this way?  I know at times, this world can easily take the joy out of living for me.  I have to make course and attitude adjustments to get back on track to living a life of joy.  

My life adventure has a travel guide that never leaves my side, and I just need to rest and  trust in Him.  Sometimes, easier said than done, but I am working on it.  Jesus never leaves me.  He is with me on this adventure of life, He goes before me, and He knows the outcome. My job, trust.  I can say I trust, but I think I trust best when I can control things.  Obviously, my travel guide says to me to trust Him, loosen my grip, and let the fear, the anxiety go because He is in control.  This week, I am going to work on it more than I have for awhile.  Will you join me?