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Daily writing prompt

Who are your favorite artists?

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Normally, I don’t give one named answers to these sort of inquiries, as I am not one to swoon over any particular artist verses another… I simply don’t think on it all that much.

However… if I were given no choice but to answer, well then, I choose Julie Andrews hands down!

I could give you a full list of all that the woman has accomplished, but I don’t intend to do so, because it would take me all day to look them all up and give you a rundown of each one . I will stick to my favorite of all favorites… The Sound of Music!

I’ll begin by saying that she made it look easy to raise that many kids at once, like she did in this movie. Maria could sing, she could dance, sew, tell bedtime stories, give young love advice, and hike! She was a trailblazer over those alps. A woman after my own heart!

When Julie Andrews sings, we can honestly say it seems like she is telling a story… like we do when we write. I raised my girls singing about raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens…

Julie brought Maria Von Trapp alive for millions of people, and I personally think this ability is what makes an Artist really great! I’ll bet she had you wanting to dance across that mountain field like she did, with a guitar in your hand. I know that I did!

I will tell you right now, it was that movie that gave me the idea to make my kids own clothes, so I taught myself how to sew and created my own design for the kids pajamas, rice filled teddy bears for colds and flus, and even a pull over fleece dog jacket for our furry family members. I suppose she gave me some creative inspiration.

Anyway, Julie Andrews is my pick for a fav, but let this not reflect poorly on any other artist out there… aren’t we all artists of one make or another?

Have a cup of tea… I am nervous over my eye appointment this morning so I am not hungry… besides, I don’t know about all you but all the sweets lately are making my teeth hurt, so for today it is simply tea. I have an assortment of flavors for you to pick from, so take your time and find your favorite flavor… mine is peppermint.

There are so many unbelievably wonderful things to choose for my favorite, that I am not sure it is possible to pick just one, so I shall go against the stream and say Passion is my favorite pastime.

Daily writing prompt

What is your favorite hobby or pastime?

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The purpose of choosing Passion for my hobby stems from the idea of selecting anything I want for a pastime as long as it stokes the flames of my inner fire. That place within the soul that comes to life as you pursue your dreams… I am sure you know of what I speak.

My soul will rise to the surface of life’s waters, by passion brought about from activities of many kinds. I have traveled, I love to cook and bake, I can sew and crotchet, I have grown gardens, I homeschooled my three girls for nearly 5 years when they were small, I have bred and raised dogs, cats, and horses… see, the list goes on and on… Passions.

I am not able to do most of those things anymore, due to age and life interuptus, but that which does not kill us will make us stronger, as they say. Where there is a passion there is a way… and baby I got A LOT of Passion! Why? Cause I got Jesus, that’s why!

As you may have noticed, I have yet to included this blog or even the ability to write, among our choices and it’s for a very good reason. I suppose you could say writing is, in fact, considered a pastime or hobby… as I am sure, for some, this may be true… just not for this human.

For this woman of Faith, writing is so much more than a passion because of the one whom I am most often writing about… God! It’s my father in whom I find myself constantly writing about, talking about, singing about, and dreaming about, and I shall make no apologies for being a Jesus Spammer.

So, to sum things up for you… Jesus is who I am, and stays off the table for a pastime or hobby, and I choose Passion for my hobby so that I can pick whatever I want. I am such a rebel!

One of my favorite baking passions is Cheesecake, to be specific, my homemade Snickers Cheesecake. In honor of this we shall all share in some …

Daily writing prompt

What would you do if you lost all your possessions?

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I will not bore you with another day of history on our story after Covid, but I will say that I have learned to start storing up my possessions with the Bank of Almighty. Once I started putting my important treasures into this Safe Deposit Box, I have not had issues with losing things anymore. You should consider trying it!

I have adopted a different viewpoint in regards to possessions, as I literally had to, if truth be told. Letting go of material things is hard to do, so hard in fact, it took loosing everything to discover I had misplaced my priorities of what was truly important on my journey. My walk with God, my marriage to my best friend, loving my children and grandchildren with all my heart, and writing to you every day… these things are really all I care about.

I find it sort of funny that the acronym KISS is actually the best way to consider the whole affair… the God part, the possessions part, and the life part. Keep it Simple Stupid!

Have a candy…

Daily writing prompt

What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?

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When my husband and I married 17 years ago, one of the first places we lived in was a mobile home. No, I am not going to talk smack about the industry itself… just the houses we actually lived in. Throughout the years we lived in a good many places… some regular houses and some with wheels, as I like to say. I decided early on that I wanted a REAL house… NO WHEELS.

I have written before of some past experiences in trailers… you know… the Kool-Aid Ant Party in my mouth, or the spider and the shoe, and we can’t forget the hole beneath the bunkbed story. After those days, I actually remember saying that I would NEVER live in a House with Wheels ever again!

Let’s do a quick pic of the way things went since then. We spent 5 years living on wheels, with my husband driving a Semi Tractor Trailer from one end of this beautiful country to the other… coast to coast. I thought that it would be hard, but in truth, we made some wonderful memories and I loved the freedom of movement. We eventually bought our first real home… no wheels… in a small town outside of Roanoke, Virginia. It was small and did not have even one matching doorway… I was in love! I called it my crooked house!

When Covid forced the shutdown, my husbands company decided to take this opportunity to file false claims of termination for over a third of their employees… trying to slow the process of paying out benefits to those that earned them. Unemployment stopped answering their phones… money dried up… local resources became exhausted. We fell through every legal gap there was to be found in this country. We were not finished paying off our Rent to Own home, so we were evicted when it was not even legal. I will always feel a pang of sorrow, every time I remember that Sherriff posting our 72 hour notice on the front door of my tiny crooked house.

We gave away everything we possessed to any local person willing to walk through and take what they wanted. I was not about to let anybody sell and make money off kicking us to the curb, so we gave it all away.

It was literally less than a week after loosing everything we had, Unemployment called back… thanks for nothing guys! We never received even half of what we were owed from the government, and my husband was desperate for a way to survive this garbage. He took what we got from his unemployment and bought us an RV.

WHEELS! Why does it always have to have wheels God?

I won’t bore you with details anymore, but needless to say, I have come full circle since that day we moved away from the Kool-aid ant hole house with wheels. Not only do we still live in that same old RV we bought, but guess where we live? We rest our heads not 5 blocks away from where we started years before.

Not only have we ended up back where we started, I find that I would not want to live any other way, besides traveling in our house with wheels! I can say without a doubt that I have changed my mind on this issue… It’s WHEELS FOR ME!

Have a traveling snack…

Daily writing prompt

Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

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From the time I was a small girl, I felt out of place… like I didn’t fit into this world. It did not help being raised in a dysfunctional family, and then having the world ignore it. Add to that, the fact that my family were of a certain religious belief, that we didn’t celebrate a single secular holiday… not one! I got teases, picked on, beat up and ostracized by everyone that I encountered in public, yay me!

That being said, the daily prompt question brought about a different thought for me, and I will share…

Look at the life of Jesus. Can you imagine being born into a world where everyone around you knew that your mom got pregnant, but not by her soon to be hubby. I know that there were a good many years of difference in the way society functions, but I am sure that gossip was still gossip no matter how far back we want to go.

Jesus was not only born with this little blip on his moms record, but then he arrived into our world in a barn. The babe could not even crawl yet and there was a king already trying to kill him… just for being born. The God of ages stepped down from glory to change the world, and they wanted to kill him.

Jesus walked his entire life with folks wanting to discredit him, make him look a fool, and finally just kill him to make Him go away. And yet He saved the world, walking a life of perfection and love!

If Jesus could walk his whole life in the skin he was born with, for a purpose not his own, then I too can walk my life in this skin I was born wearing. Besides, with Jesus always walking with me… my skin feels pretty good!

That is the purpose of The Lobby… a place for anyone to visit and never feel out of place. I may not have a full understanding of what Christ went through in his life, but I know enough about feeling like the odd man out all the time. God is always in my lobby and no one will ever feel out of place when they are in His presence…

Have a cookie…

Don’t judge the strange treat… have you ever tried to find a picture of a cookie with a SKIN theme? This little piggie was as close as I could get.