Intermission…

A soccer referee holds up a red sign that says TIME OUT during a match.

I may need a few days, my friends. I know this sounds odd, but I’ve received some news that has me spinning.

As some know, and some may not, my childhood was a very difficult and painful journey. It has taken me most of my 57 years to recover.

Saturday night I was talking with my sweet friend, Christine, about how forgiveness works when you’ve been victimized by a loved one. Honestly, I told her that God has been steadily working within my heart for some time, regarding forgiveness over childhood trauma. It was a good conversation, I thought.

I felt certain that I’d come to terms with what my father did, what he was, and how I felt over it. As a woman of God, I seek daily to take every thought, motive, and action captive… holding it before scripture and aligning my spirit with that of my creator. This includes my views about forgiving my father for the vile things he did to me, my sister, my brother, my family, and a long laundry list of other victims. The man was a monster!

Yet, in scripture we are told that anytime we deviate from God’s will, it is considered a sin. God does not forgive some more than others… it’s a one and done… no having to re-ask for it again. So, if that’s true, my sin is no less than his in God’s eyes, right?!

Anyway, towards the end of the conversation, I stated that I figured I’d know when he passed. Don’t ask me why, but I thought there would be some great sign on the wind, or something akin to that scenario.

I had no idea what awaited me in our postbox when I got home yesterday, after a wonderful Easter celebration.

It was a letter from a funeral home.

He was gone.

I just stared at the letter for some moments, unsure what I was reading. Then it hit me, sort of like getting throat punched. I struggled to breath for a moment, and then burst into tears and ran for the shower.

What on earth was that all about?

Was it guilt?

Was it grief?

Or was it shock?

Maybe a bit of all of those emotions, rolled up into one giant ball of emotion. I don’t really understand my own heart in all of this, at this time.

I will not be writing this week, as I’m rather discombobulated, to put it frankly. I can’t say as I’m sure which way the wind is blowing right now.

I shall be reading, and commenting on what you’ve shared out on the feed, but no writing. I hate trying to write when my heart is a web of confusions. If you could afford me some time to collect myself, I’d really appreciate it.

Hugs

(2024) Depends on Who You Are…

Daily writing prompt
What animals make the best/worst pets?

I’ve a list longer than my arm, filled with the names and breeds of differing pets living under my roof, at one time or another. My life began in the country, so early years hold memories of horses, dogs, cats, mice, and a few birds.

Parenthood brought forth tanks of fish, hamsters, bunnies, snakes, rats and a number of additional birds. Most parents are familiar with raising and caring for their children’s pets. If the animal didn’t live in our home, it lived in one of my kids friends homes.

I’ve worked for a veterinarian that owned a menagerie of differing rare species, dropped on the clinics doorstep. I sometimes wonder how many ill prepared families offered up their pets to the nearest vet, neighbors barn, field, stream or toilet?

My point here, is this… there is no perfect answer, as to the best and/or worst pets to own! Only three things come to mind, in choosing the right or wrong companion for your family. Can you afford to provide it a healthy and safe environment, will you be prepared to love and care for it throughout its entire lifespan, and does it belong in a home or in the wild? Outside of those things, pet owning experiences are open to interpretation, if you know what I mean.

My personal favorites are, of course, dogs cats and horses… but I also boast a large barnyard of crazy adorable babes that I wouldn’t trade for the world!

Here, have a cookie…

Tomorrow is Sunday…

Yesterday was the day that the temple veil was torn in two

Today was a day of sorrow and confusion

A day where women wept, while men spoke in fearful whispers of things to come

Tomorrow will represent that Sunday morning, so long ago, when the women found the stone removed, leaving an empty tomb…

Tomorrow represents the day He met them on the road…

The day that our creator gave us the most precious gift ever given… eternal life, without fear, shame, or condemnation. We were given the blood of God’s own precious son, to wash over our very souls, and cleansing us of all sin. We have been bought and paid for by Jesus, himself.

I praise God for such a perfect gift… oh so costly, but so very necessary! Without Jesus sacrifice, we would be condemned to death, claimed by Satan, himself. That’s a gift worth celebrating, wouldn’t you agree.

I wanted to share a very heartfelt, and sincere, Happy Easter! I send out my greetings today, as I won’t be online tomorrow. For the first time in nearly twenty years, I’ll be joining my sweet friend, Christine, for a sunrise service at her church. It’s time. No obligation, no signing of any contracts, just worship and fellowship. What better time to re-enter the whole church scene than an early Sunrise Easter Service. I’m looking forward to the music, the word, and if I’m truthful, some good human contact.

Have a beautiful day tomorrow, all of you.

God Bless!

Hugs

Egg hunting should be an Olympic sport…

Daily writing prompt
What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most?

Tell me you wouldn’t binge watch videos of children’s antics during an Easter Egg hunt, but you’d be fibbing.

Watching one child take eggs out of the basket of another who isn’t looking, or following another child around, only to steal his or her egg find? You’ve never watched? It’s a riot! I’d binge watch that Olympic sport for hours, if I could.

An egg hunt is the best place to determine whose going to be the next pastor, and/or who will be the next politician… just sayin!

How bout them cookies?

Live Novel Friday…

The Wharf…

Episode II

**As per our conversation last week, I’ve settled on Ollie for our portly Ogre innkeeper. He has a rough and intimidating presence, but for those who know him, there is also a kind heart hidden beneath all that muscle and aggressive demeanor. Our young barmaid has learned to avoid Ollie’s grumpier side, using her quiet and unassuming nature to sooth his rough mannerisms. Though his frightening appearance and frequent angry outbursts keep the customers in line, our young lass has grown to love the grumpy old innkeeper. We’ll call the tavern The Ogre’s Rest, and I think that Maiyah is a fitting name for our young barmaid. Be sure and answer the questions at the end of each episode, so I’ve a story to work up. Enjoy Episode II…

This night, like any other night here on the wharf, Maiyah has been busily serving customers and helping in and around the kitchen. The cook asked that she bring in another fish from the barrel out on the dock in front of the tavern, so she retrieves a container and heads outside for the barrel.

As the young barmaid is pulling a sizeable fish out of the barrel, she spies movement from behind the container. Briefly glancing down, toward the disturbance, she spies what looks like a tiny shoe sticking out from behind the barrel. Rule number three kicks in, warning her not to bring attention to herself, so she continues on about her business, carrying the fish inside to the cook.

As she cleans and serves food to the customers, several pieces of dried meat and fruit cake left on guests’ plates, happens to fall into her apron pocket.

Her sleight of hand skills rewarded her a small water flask, from the pocket of an old tinker, snoring blissfully in the corner.

Since her shift is coming to an end, Maiyah carries her cleaning supplies out to the shed, next to the barrel on the dock. Inside the shed she takes a strip of cloth hanging on the wall, folds the food and water inside, and casually walks back toward the tavern, discreetly dropping the small package behind the barrel as she walks past.

Once inside The Ogres Rest, Maiyah retreats to her room above the bar. Her room is small, but offers a window that looks out over the wharf, to the sea beyond. From here, she can see directly down upon the front of the tavern, where the shed and barrel both sit beside the water’s edge. She dresses in her nightgown and settles in at the window ledge to watch…

There is just enough light cast, from the tavern’s doorway lantern, for the young barmaid to have a clear view of the barrel. She spies movement from behind the container, but only enough to confirm that there is indeed someone there, but whomever it is, hides themselves very well. She falls asleep with her head resting upon the window sill of her tiny room above the bar.

Who or what do you think might be hiding behind the barrel?

With the clues given and remembering the three survival rules, what do you think Maiyah will do?

Be sure to leave your answers in the comments…

Hugs

Better Cookies…

Daily writing prompt
How would you improve your community?

Since this community is just right for me, the people oh so sweet, and the neighborhood so warm and inviting…

Well… all I want to improve would be the amount of cookies available to all who visit our street. The happier my community is, the better it makes me feel.

And, what would make a community improved? A sugar high, that’s what!

With more cookies comes more sugar, and more sugar brings out everybody’s happy vibes (well, unless you can’t have sugar).

So, what if a visitor to the community can’t eat regular cookies? That’s what I meant by more cookies, when suggesting what could improve the neighborhood. We need sugar cookies, of course, but we can also make sweeties out of other ingredients, in order to feed those with food sensitivities. Our WP community should NEVER be without sweets, in my opinion. Perhaps that’s why we have such sour politicians in government… not enough cookies!

Before you start thinking that I’m being flippant about caring for my community, I’ll stop you there, as I care very much for those around me. Sadly, I’m not able to become active within my actual neighborhood, as it is very unsafe to exist without my husband as my guardian. You don’t often get to choose your neighbors… only the physical distance between apartments. While I don’t physically go out into my community often, I do pray for them every day, so hopefully that counts for something.

And that, ladies and gents, is my reason for offering more cookies, more encouragement, more inspiration, and more unique characters within The Lobby. You are my community, my family, really.

Cookies?

The cookies on the platter are made with a sugar substitute, as well as, there will now be fruit and nuts for more variety. Just covering all my bases.

Thursday Thoughts…

When the sun shines, in all it’s brilliance, I place my trust in Him

When the rain falls so heavily that I cannot see the path, I place my trust in Him

As I hold my granddaughter in my arms, I place her in His loving arms

As doors before me slam shut, I place myself in His loving arms

He is with me in the good…

and, with me in the bad…

Whether sun, rain, good, or bad

We are never alone… even when it feels that way.

How do I know these things? Why the bible, of course.

Look at what Jesus did for us, just to make a way to his Father

How must Jesus have felt as he hung upon that cross?

Alone

Betrayed

Abandoned

Rejected

Ridiculed

Despised

… and yet…

He stayed!

He could have called the angel’s down to assist… but he didn’t.

Hanging there, between two other criminals, both guilty.

How must He have felt?

Did he hurl insults and curses toward those who rejected him? No…

What must it have been like to discover at the moment the temple veil was torn, that you’d made a grievous error in your judgement of Him?

Whatever happened to those whom He’d healed while walking this earth? Where did they go? What did they do with the rest of their lives, in all that came after that Sunday Morning?

The stone removed…

The angel in the tomb…

The encounter on the road…

Where did all the people go that saw Jesus after the resurrection?

I find myself pondering these and other questions, at the approach of Easter Sunday. So much happened in Jesus earthly life, during his ministry. I can’t help but wonder what happened to those most impacted by their encounter with the Son of God.

It wasn’t as if there were only a handful of followers, with a lot of nasty government officials. It was quite the opposite, in fact. There were numerous believers, with only a handful of hateful leaders. It always amazed me what fear will cause people to do to each other. Jesus walked 30 years with humans, and He still walked all the way to that cross, willingly allowing himself to be impaled upon that post. He did it all out of love for us, His people. I’m always in awe of God’s willingness to sacrifice his own son’s life, just to save us from ourselves. We’re our own worst enemy, at times.

Whenever I write out my own struggles, and then compare them with His… I think I’m getting off rather lightly, compared to the path He walked. It really is a beautiful thing to accept a gift that you know you’ll never be able to repay… a sacrifice you can’t match!

Tomorrow’s Friday… but Sunday’s coming!

Hugs

Born to survive…

Daily writing prompt
How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?

Looking back over the last several years of answers to this prompt, I saw two sides of my own experience. Both sides were a bit painful to read through, but I did it as an exercise in being thorough. Don’t get me wrong. They were on point, in fact!

But, for the sake of my peace and tranquility, let’s opt for a fresh and uplifting answer to today’s question.

I made it!

We are still moving forward, and we’re nowhere near where we were this time last year. That’s progress!

As many of my readers and fellow bloggers already know, Covid-19 did quite a number on us. This time around, I choose to take back all that Covid has stolen from us. No, I don’t plan on reclaiming a bunch of lost junk and paper memories. I mean that I’ve no desire to let Covid take ownership over my emotions, my life, nor my journey’s direction.

Get off my lawn Covid!

Well, I don’t actually have a lawn, as of yet. But I will. You just wait and see…

Cookie time!!!

Wednesday Words…

I know it’s just a blogging site, Eustace, but I still believe that if we can imagine a thing that is good, healthy, and full of wonder, someone will believe in it!

If I believe in something wonderful, and you believe in it too, Eustace, then it will grow strong like a tree. It’s roots will spread powerfully beneath the soil. With the Son’s warmth, and the Father’s fertile ground, all we’ve left to do is water it with our faith.

If you’ve never watched The NeverEnding Story, you really should. That scene where the princess and Atrayu sit in the darkness together, holding onto the last spark of imagination left in the world, was my favorite part of the whole movie.

If we lose our childlike wonder and imagination, where would all those fantastical dreams and stories go? I’ll tell you where… gone! They would simply disappear, leaving us in a world that lacks all beauty… a world devoid of creativity.

I know today we’ve left you with some deep things to consider. Well, Eustace is a very deep thinking camel, you know, so it shouldn’t surprise you that we often have deep philosophical conversations. Just sayin…

All the right stuff…

Daily writing prompt
What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

Tea time, time in the word time, and prayer time. If I haven’t done these three things before my day gets started, my whole day is off, simply put.

I apologize for things being so short and simple these last several days. Yesterday was time with Maisie, and today I’ve an appointment in less than an hour.

But never fear, the cookies are here…