Little People…

The most precious time in my journey, hands down, was having and raising my three daughters when they were babies!

Daily writing prompt
Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.

Don’t get me wrong, I carry their older years in my heart as well, but the baby phase was the most difficult to leave behind.

The doctors said I would never conceive … and if I did, I would not be able to carry a baby to full term, due to my medical history. I had a great many difficulties in my young life, of which, now is not the time or place to go into in any great detail. I will simply say that babies were not supposed to be in my future!

I became pregnant 8 times, losing 5 in order to have the three that I did carry to full term. The sicker I was, the better, because I knew my body was holding on to the pregnancy. I relished every bit of morning sickness, every stretch mark, crazy cravings and chubby pounds I gained.

My first daughter didn’t want to exit the building, forcing the doctor to induce my labor 2 full weeks after my due date… she is my stubborn Drama Queen, to this day!

My second daughter and I both nearly died in childbirth, as my placenta ruptured prematurely, causing an emergency Caesarian section. She was born 2 weeks early and still weighed in at 8 lbs. 6 oz. when she arrived. She was a very fussy baby, being dubbed Kaitlungs… though, to this day, she’s the quietest and most reserved daughter of all three!

My third daughter was the easiest pregnancy, easiest delivery, and tiniest of the three… born 2 weeks early and weighing in at a solid 8 lbs. She literally shot out and landed in my doctors arms, being dubbed the surfing baby! She is most like me, of all my girls… just as strong minded, sassy and bright!

It was after her delivery that my doctor said, no more pregnancies … the risk was just too great for me to continue having babies. Thus, my season of bearing children had finally come to an end.

You may scoff, but I miss every detail of those years… every sleepless night, every tantrum, every band-aid handed out! I miss nursing my babies, changing their diapers, cuddling and rocking them gently, while they slept in my arms.

If I could, I would have bottled up and saved the smell of their breath, their skin… their hair!

If only I had made recordings of their laughter, cries, shouts, whispers and bickering… oh well, no more woulda coulda shoulda, in that regard!

I did make journals for each of them, with letters and stories of things they did and said, that I have saved all these years… I tried so hard to plan ahead, knowing that memories fade and things can so easily be forgotten over time.

Thank goodness I did that, because even if I had to say goodbye to that phase, I can easily go back through those books and memories, remembering and cherishing them over and over. Who knows, maybe one day my daughters will want those books to read with their children… maybe not. I’m still glad I dreamt of them, birthed them, raised them, and wrote things down for them… that way it’s not really goodbye to that phase, is it? My blood runs through their veins… they will always be my babies… and I will forever be their mother!

Here, I decided on pastries this morning…

White Water Wednesday…

You’re never going to guess what I encountered this morning, as I entered the Barnyard to work on my writing?  Water rushed past me, on both sides, as I opened the door.  Tilly literally floated by me inside a bucket half filled with water!  Her tiny craft simply rode the waves along, all the way out into the courtyard, where it tipped over with a splash, ejecting a giggling mouse passenger out onto the grass.

I turned back around to look inside the barn once more, only to see Squagon in the middle of the room atop another water-filled bucket.  There was water pouring at a steady pace, from a hose that had been strategically placed in the rafters near the back of the barn.  The tiny creature seemed like he’d just finished an energy drink, from the fierce half-crazed look in his eyes, along with twitching ears and vibrating whiskers!  His bucket had been so full of water that even after I’d opened the door and allowed most of lake to escape, Squagon still sat perched upon his waterlogged craft!

Not far behind the nut job was Dinky, bobbing up and down gently in her little bucket… she seemed quite pleased with the state of things… no shame in her game, as they say!  The only reason she and her bucket remained in the room, was because of Squagon’s giant bucket of water, blocking her exit.

Looking through the open window at the back of the room, I spied Boomer standing with a leaf blower in his hands.  Apparently, he’d been assisting with a bit of wind effect to propel the tiny crafts around the barn pool. 

This is a barn full of differing creatures, each have their own style of eating, playing, sleeping, growing and yes… bathing.  Somehow, in their tiny little heads, filling the barn with water, riding boat buckets around in circles with a leaf blower for wind and waves, was a collectively agreeable way to both play and get clean… all in one… to save ME time in our morning routine!

While this activity seems like it should be a major catastrophe, it’s only water and it will dry up… now that I’ve turned the water off.  They ARE all clean, and their barn DOES look and smell better.

All in all, I think it could have been much worse… and I have to give them all top marks for being creative!

Just for a Day…

Mary Poppins… Definitely!

Daily writing prompt
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

I don’t desire to actually look like Mary Poppins, nor am I dreaming of being a Nanny to any child in particular.

To be the woman who could travel by umbrella, I could go anywhere… but that’s not it!

To be able to pop in and out of paintings, allowing me to travel through space and time to visit places I would otherwise never visit… nope, not that either!

For just one day, I would absolutely love to be Mary Poppins, in order to use her magical bag! You know, that carpet bag that could pull out any sort of useful or magical item I might need at the moment. The things I could do with that bag, even if it were only for the time stipulated by the daily prompt.

Just within walking distance of my RV, there are so many things I could use that bag for… like feeding the homeless I see walking around, or going door to door looking for things to hand people, hoping to lighten their burdens and brighten their day. The bag could house money, food, clothes, toys, tools, and/or vitamins and medicines they might not be able to locate.

But it’s more than just using the bag for things… no no… it is the freedom to give, that the bag offers! You see, Mary Poppins took the bag with her everywhere she went. Whatever was inside the bag needed to be taken to where it belonged. Mary Poppins never sent things in her bag through the mail… she always did the foot work herself… or the umbrella travel… or the horse racing… or the tea time on the ceiling… see?

I don’t need Mary Poppins magical loving heart, as I’ve got a real one that offers its own sort of magic… I just need the bag for the day.

Here, have some Mary Poppins style treats…

Trust…

The thing about trust is

it’s a two-way street

you aren’t going to find it

in everyone you meet…

Some say they want to love you

so you fully love them back

but, it’s only when you reach for them

you see how much love they lack…

Still others say you can trust them

telling you they’ve got your back

but when you’re in the midst of a battle

they’re unwilling to shield you from attack…

There is however a type of soul

Who’s willing to reach out

lending friend and neighbor a helping hand

of their trust you feel no doubt…

These types take time to look for needs

wherever they happen to be standing

They always show up with a smile on their face

to help in what the moments demanding…

The thing that separates one from the other

is a heart carrying love that abounds

giving help to a brother without expecting returns

unbelievable though it sounds…

Trust, you see, rests side by side with love

for the two go hand in hand

If you love another as you say you do

beside them, forever you’ll stand…

When they laugh, you laugh

when they cry, you cry

whenever one needs the other

no one ever asks why?

Love is free and so is trust

Sometimes we strike gold in a soul

if one tunnels down deep to the heart of this prize

a trusting relationship begins to unfold…

Offer your love and trust in return

this response is proven to be wise

that soul wants us to be better within

our own value, they help us realize!

Tunnels…

Daily writing prompt
Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on.

As a parent, we all know that when your kids are too quiet, it never bodes well! When it gets silent… we usually go looking for the noise makers that are now unusually silent!

Not my parents… no no… somehow, they were never really concerned about where we were, or what we were doing. Due to this lack of supervision, we tended to get into trouble. I told a story once about how we let nearly 2 dozen baby mice loose in the house by accident, only to have my mother discover the mass graveyard in between the cushions of her favorite couch, some months later!

There was also the time when I was riding on the back of my brothers bike and he nearly decapitated me while trying to cut through a trailer park that had one of those steel cords strung across the driveway! Try explaining that mark across my throat to my parents… there aren’t many believable stories to cover over what looked like a noose burn around my neck.

Then there was the time we tied helium balloons around our cats tails and they tore through the house in terror, knocking over anything that wasn’t nailed down… that was a crazy mess! We hadn’t thought about how hard it would be, recapturing the the little fur balls, in order to remove said balloons.

Anyway, I think you can see a picture developing in your minds, as to how unsupervised we were, thereby providing ample time for our latest DIY project!

My brother was about 9 and I was barely 7, when we came up with an idea to build a fort, but not just any fort… we needed a secret one! The problem lay in the fact that we lived in Eastern Oregon… hot dry and flat… no trees for forts! What’s a kid going to do? If we can’t build up, then the logical thing to do is to build down… but where? We decided among ourselves that the back yard seemed the best place to work, because no one went back there and it was easy to hear my mom call us in for dinner.

At first it was easy to cover the hole with the grass we had cut out for digging down underground, but eventually we had to steal a plank of wood to lay over the hole, covering that with the grass. We had nearly dug up against the foundation of the house, before anyone noticed the mounds of dirt we had been throwing willy nilly over the backyard fence. Yup! Got our hind ends paddled and the hole was caved in, refilled and grass restored.

If you’re thinking that this was the end of our DIY ing… think again, my friends! All true DIY ers know the golden rule… if you fail the first time… try try again! And again, we did! We simply moved our construction zone further out into the desert behind the neighborhood we lived in at the time.

We first dug down nearly 6 feet, carving out steps for us to climb up and down out of the hole. From there we dug straight in nearly 15 feet before carving out a hobbit house sized hole under the desert above us. We took the dirt from the hole and spread it all over the area nearby, so that there would be no mounds to be seen by spying eyes… we had learned from our first attempt. We spent nearly a week sneaking blankets, toys, food and water from our home, to stock our new underground bunker.

It wasn’t until my brother got a spanking for stealing candy out of the cupboard, and angrily running away to hide in the tunnel, that anybody had any reason to go looking for our hideaway. All the grown-ups cornered me and questioned if I knew where he was, scaring me into giving up the coordinates of our outlaw camp… the gig was up!

It was a good thing that we were in the heat of summer, when there was no rain to fill the hole and drown us, or worse yet, cave in on us. I will never forget the look of shock, surprise, fear, and awe on my stepdads face as he climbed 6 feet down into our DIY creation. He was both impressed and terrified at what we’d managed to do without accidentally killing ourselves. But he also never trusted us again, regularly patrolling the property and surrounding areas, and locking up all of his tools!

What can I say… if I’m gonna DIY something, I say, “go big or go home!”

Here, have a cookie…

Monday Again…

So, it’s Monday again and we’ve lots of things to do

I’m not starting anything til I make the coffee brew

Everyone’s busy and rushed, with jobs that are calling

We must get all those things done, without sniffling or bawling…

Get the kids off to school, gather packages for hauling

Get to work, pay the rent, tell those collectors to stop calling

Write reports, take some meetings, eat our lunch on the go

Make our way through a day that we know will go slow…

If we can get through this day, the rest of the week will follow

Keep a good attitude, and try hard not to wallow

Be strong if you can, because Fridays in four days

It’s this day we all go running toward, calling others out to play…

Don’t get discouraged after only days one and two

When you get to Hump day, you may be feeling blue

Grab your coffee, your RedBull, whatever one needs

To see you through Thursday, your energy it feeds…

When you finally see Friday peeking over the horizon

You’ll be proud of yourself, and maybe feel wizened

You made it through another week without choking your neighbor

And a peaceful weekend you will be able to savor!

Have a fantastic week everyone!

When Will We Learn?

Daily writing prompt
If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?

Words can be weapons, same as guns!

When will we learn that words, just like guns, can be use for good and evil alike?

You can remove all weapons from the hands of a man, but if his heart is still filled with wickedness, he will find a different weapon to replace the one taken!

If you’ve unsuccessfully changed the heart of a man, it won’t matter what words, weapons, or any other tools you give or remove from him… the heart is what determines how the tool is used!

Last I checked… only God can change the heart of a man… so there is no word worth removing, in my humble opinion.

Here, have a cookie, but you might want to pick off the cartridges first…

Live Wire…

Have you ever noticed that when things are going well in our lives, we tend to not sweat the small stuff? What is it about all that small stuff that grows so exponentially, whenever we are going through difficulties? When we look at a thing, while feeling content, confident, and loved… that thing seems so benign and trivial, we don’t seem to see it as anything other than a distraction, so we overlook it. When difficulty arises for us, that thing grows in size, threatening to be the lynchpin that might cause the collapse of our entire house of cards.

It is so difficult to step back in a situation, viewing it for what it is without allowing our fears and emotions send us climbing over a mountain that may not have actually been blocking our path, as we thought it was. Things can get even trickier, for us to navigate a difficulty, when those around us add to, or feed our insecurities with negative or judgmental words or actions. Usually, when a bad thing happens to someone, those around them fall into three categories… you’ve got your fixers, your shamers, and your runners!

The Fixer – They will either try to lecture you on their finer methods of resolution, which you must not be able to do on your own, or only offer assistance in the way they perceive your needs to be.

The Shamer – The only thing they seem to offer with any consistency, is to point out how you somehow asked for it, in their learned opinion. They are very good at looking at your situation from a distance, freely and comfortably becoming your judge and jury from their armchairs… they won’t actually try to leave their place of piety!

The Runner – Feeling unsure of what to do, they just turn away and run the other way. There is so much fear of offense, hurt, or rejection mixed with the pain of watching another suffer, it is simply better to pretend you didn’t know… they point out that you should have said something to them! They usually come with a complimentary facial expression resembling that of a deer caught in your cars headlights!

These three types have one thing in common… Money! I will explain.

The Fixer, who likes to step in and teach you how to fix your mess the way they see as appropriate, have the bad habit of only offering monetary help if you do it their way. The money part comes in when they see no better way to help you, but most often the money part has strings.

The Shamer likes to remind you that the reason they won’t help you with money or anything else is due to it being your own fault that you found yourself where you are, and money would only be seen as approval for your mistakes. They feel confident that helping you would only be enabling you, instead of letting you see your own errors by what can only be seen as consequence, or come-upins!

The Runner thinks that as long as they pretend that they didn’t know you were hurting, then giving of themselves monetarily, or in any other form is simply not on the table… they get a free pass.

Remember, I said usually there are three types. I told you about the most common types… but there is a fourth!

I call these people Vessels!

These are ones that hold a place deep in their souls that allows them to be available for others, always holding open a space that offers love. The world makes us think that this means a human ATM. That is unfortunate, both for the vessel and the one whom they are reaching to help.

God can do anything He wants for His people, so the almighty $$$ is the least of what we think He means when He asks us to help our brothers and sisters. How do you think the Fixers, Shamers, and runners came about? Money! The Fixer uses money for their own glory, the Shamer uses the shame as an excuse not to help, and the Runner hides behind feigned ignorance to keep their purse strings safe!

What if we took the money out of the equation? What if a fixer could only offer their hands of service? What if a Shamer was not allowed to open their mouths at all, simply showing up to help? What if the Runner were forced to exist in the middle of a persons pain, with no purse in hand to hide behind, just empty hands… the kind that have a chance to hold, sooth, and share the load… you know, carry your brothers burdens?

How many of us, right this second, could walk to any part of our home to find something that could be given or used for someone in need? Do we all have so little energy, money, or time, that we are incapable of walking a meal to a sick neighbor, or giving one of our extra coats or blankets to someone homeless on the road, or maybe just sitting with another as they experience tragedy, illness, or grief? Even I, in my little RV, can find a way to reach out to one in need… sometimes I am that vessel, while at other times I can be any one of the other three. How else do you think I can share about my observations of humanity?! Not only am I a representative of the body of Christ… I’m also a member!

I have been reading through the book of Numbers, while simultaneously reading through the book of Romans for the last several weeks, and at times, it seems like Paul is giving a narrative of what the Israelites were experiencing back in their time. It’s actually been really insightful for me, as I can see the church from it’s baby years all the way to a time when it was in full swing, after the death and resurrection of Christ. I found a clearer picture forming of all four of the different types of people I mentioned above.

God spent all that time with the Israelites, instilling wisdom and values needed to build a family, a village… brothers and sisters learning to love others over themselves. Love your brother, help your brother, do not cause harm to your brother…. Love one another, serve one another, carry each others burdens! All the way ahead, in Romans, it seems that the same thing was still at work, the same lessons to be remembered and instilled, even after Jesus came, died, and rose again!

To this day, we are still circling the same mountains as the Israelites, even though we know the way home. How many today avoid reading the bible because it may reveal that they should stop trying to fix others, instead of showing them grace? How many push scripture aside because it might show them of their own flaws, that look quite similar to those of the people they wish to judge? How many run from the words of the bible, hoping that their ignorance, or disbelief of the laws of God, will earn them a heavenly sympathy vote for walking through His gates?

Earlier this week I wrote a response to the daily prompt about the KISS principle, because it’s been on my mind a great deal, as I have been studying the word. I find that this method of thinking is pretty smart, healthy and beneficial to gaining wisdom. Since I am an overthinker, with a tendency to blow things out of proportion, as my life is a constant maelstrom, I have to be diligent about keeping a balanced (KISS) type of attitude.

How bout we all try keeping a little more of the Keep It Simple Stupid principles with one another, freely reaching out for another, offering love when you don’t know what else to do, don’t bother trying to be a repairman… just be the wrench! Quite trying to justify whether another deserves love and forgiveness, just see them how God sees them… encourage instead of condemn the hurting! If you don’t understand, or it hurts to much to look upon someone in need because you feel helpless to assist them, instead of running away… how bout you bend a knee, lean in and just hold em up!

If you have it, give it, if you feel it, show it, if you see it, pray about it and then stand! Stop letting fear, judgement and pride interfere with how God may want to use you to help your brother….

NEWSFLASH!!!!! LOVE COSTS NOTHING AND IT IS UNLIMITTED! It’s love that should always come first, because if it does then the fixing, judging and desire to run away all disappear!

Where do you think the Rainbow comes from? God made a loving promise to us, His children, that He would not destroy the earth by floods again. In every way that God has ever handled us, his creations, it has been done in love… and He has been rather successful in this manner, don’t you think? If the one who made us wishes to fill us with His perfect love, I think we could do well to practice being better vessels.

I’m not preaching at you, as I am standing side by side with you in this truth. There are many times I will share my opinion on a thing, following it up with a cookie to soften the edges, but as this is something I believe and feel led to share, what you do with these words is between you and God, not me, so if you need a cookie … ask HIM!

Leaves…

What must it be like

to be a leaf upon a tree

always tethered to its branch

forever seeking to be free…

What must it be like

to be a leaf upon the ground

always trampled beneath ones feet

forever wishing to be found…

What must it be like

to be a leaf upon the air

Floating wild and free from its tree

of the ground, it isn’t aware…

Leaves seem a lot like life sometimes

from birth to growth on to death

All are a part of a journey

beauty and value lay within each breath…

Leaves come in all shapes, colors, and sizes

all previously chosen with care

From the Gardner who tends the trees

producing beauty everywhere…

KISS Challenge…

Keep it simple stupid 👌

What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?

Seeing as how I never know what challenges I’ll face from one day to the next, it seems ludicrous to attemp at choosing a random difficult task or situation six months out!

Why on earth would I intentionally set myself up for six months of panic attacks, sleepless nights, and/or constant stress stomach aches?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being a chicken about things… I just like to live one day at a time, that’s all!  I love using the KISS principle… Keep it Simple Stupid, in regards to my life.  When you look it up on Google, it basically says that keeping things as simple as possible ensures the best levels of user acceptance and interaction. This method just makes sense!

Now, I certainly have goals and plans, both short term and long term… but I don’t consider them challenges for myself, as God goes before me and prepares the way with His plans and purposes for my good. 

It says in Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you, ” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.”

Why would something six months from now be a challenge for me if God has already taken care of it?

Here, have a muffin…