I basically copied and pasted last years Monday Message in here, this morning. Why? Because nobody participated last time… and it was a really good idea, that’s why!
I’m serious, guys and gals… come on, pretty please…for me? I think this could be really fun, and let’s face it, I think we all need something bright to focus on right now. Wouldn’t you agree?
So, here goes… when at first you don’t succeed, try try again (or so I’ve heard):
Well… November is well upon us, and I am setting the stage for our upcoming events. I mentioned before that I wanted to do a Virtual Holiday and I am bringing it up again. I am giving everyone until Thanksgiving to come up with a Christmas Wish List for themselves and put it in the comments anywhere on my site, that is, if you wish to participate.
Anyone wishing to participate can simply use their Christmas Day Post to reveal what they got peeps from those lists… your post is yours so you can present your gifts anyway you wish. It is virtual so the sky is the limit! I thought it would be so beautiful to have the Reader covered with gifts and sharing all across WordPress. Be there or Be SQUARE!
Without fail, whenever God inspires me to write a thing for His purpose… this child gets hammered with adversity! Every distraction the enemy thinks might pull me away from my task, rises from out of thin air, it seems.
You know how I’ve been gushing about how wonderful and peaceful it’s been, during this phase of homeless hotelling? I think I may have let my guard down, what with all the fluffy white pillows and complimentary services.
Three different times, during my finishing touches on an important piece of writing, housekeeping staff walked into our room, as if we’d already checked out! Finally, we locked the door and went back to our activities. I kid you not, literally within less than two hours of publishing the first episode of Matters of the Heart, our room phone buzzed. When I answered it, the woman at the front desk stated that we were supposed to have checked out, and left. After briefly explaining that as far as we were aware, we were expected to stay until the end of November, she said that she would confirm it and call me back. She never did.
As of yet, no one has said a word to us, so I can assume they corrected any confusion on their end. However, the damage had already been done! From the moment I answered that phone call, my whole system did an emergency evac!
Both Fibro and IBS have fully left the reservation, and have been running across the prairie, throwing spears around willy nilly!
My sleep is fully upended itself, leaving me exhausted, sore and incredibly nauseous. No amount if lidocaine patches and hot showers will appease Fibro, and she has full on attacked IBS with a vengeance!
Do I regret publishing the first part of a series I feel led to write? Absolutely not! Will I push ahead… oh yes!
Satan hates it when we do, or say, anything that might further the kingdom of God… and if I make the creature feel agitated, frustrated, angry or most assuredly, very scared… I’m in!
I am so sick and tired of being swayed by fear over that which God has already had a firm handle on, from the beginning!
With every word that I type for God’s purpose, I wish to think on things as Paul did… he counted it all JOY!
My barnyard babies aren’t the only ones struggling with things they don’t fully understand, so perhaps that is why I discovered Nugget, one of the little dreamers, snuggled within my sock drawer the other morning.
Sometimes, solace comes in different shapes and sizes… God always knows what we need. For me, today I shall take solace beside the sea with a friend…
I wish to take you on a journey into the depths of the human heart, through the eyes of traveler…
Though the traveler will often be seen as myself, at any given time it could be anyone, really. The reason for this is to allow freedom of perspective; pointing no fingers, nor assigning any blame. I seek to be as transparent as possible, therefore, its quite appropriate to use myself as an example, so long as I do it in love and with good fruit in mind.
Why, you ask yourselves, would she share such deep emotions, for all to see? Well, I’ll tell you why… because, like it or not, YOU are my family… you’re it, guys and gals. No, this isn’t sorry time, so lift your chins up! This is my choice, my chosen path, as lovingly directed by my DAD! You know, the big guy upstairs!
I will mostly be using my own journey, taking you with me on a walk, of sorts, through the last two years of God’s redemptive love ,and healing transformation. In truth, He has had to rebuild me… from the ground up! I’m free to openly and candidly share this recent part of my journey, as it doesn’t compromise any writings from my autobiography, which is still resting in the vault. I will undoubtedly touch on the many faceted reason that it’s still in there, but for now let’s just say that God asked me to write it, but has yet to give it back to me… so there’s that, lol!
Anyway, back to this new series. If I see you as my family, then you deserve my love, my devotion, my efforts and my fellowship… yes, I said fellowship! I need it from you, just as much as my words reach out to hug your hearts, when I click that Publish button. Now don’t panic! I’ll not ask a single thing more from you than you’re already doing, my sweet friends. Why not, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you why. As I may have mentioned in the past, I feel this world on an empathetic plane of existence, you see. Just by reading through your blogs, and conversing with you, this girl gets hit by waves of your emotions! Some might think this a curse, but it kept me alive all those years ago, allowing me to sense danger quickly and fueled my fight or flight reflexes. While there were a great many years of struggle to understand and navigate my own heart, this empathy has been shaped and molded by the very hand of God… just in the last two years, point in fact!
It has come down from my Father, directly, that it’s time to share what He has done for this broken, fallen, and ugly mess, and yes I said ugly… because that’s what I felt like on the inside for most of my existence, and what one feels like on the inside always finds its way into the light. So, yes, when I began to really change two years ago, your hearts would break to view the actual shape I was in… it wasn’t pretty, I can assure you! That being said, I want to show you the journey God has led me on, as He removed my bitter blinders, flushed out all of poison within my heart, and gave me new eyes…both literally, and figuratively!
So, ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be setting aside the cookie plate on these episodes, which will post each Thursday. Grab a cup of coffee, pad your posteriors, and check your presuppositions at the door! As we travel through the arteries that weave throughout the human heart, look only to see the life-giving waters that flow, mixed with the blood sacrificed to redeem it! We’ll be diving deep, so bring a tissue or two, if you tend to cry like I do.
Don’t worry… remember, I said this was all meant to bear good fruit, so only that which is edifying will be shared. Besides, this has been an incredible journey and I wish to share it with you, so as to reflect Gods miraculous and Perfect Love!
What a question to consider, so early on in the morning…
Seriously, I’m only halfway through my second cup of coffee. Normally, my prompt answers are accompanied by no less than a three cup caffeine buzz!
Not so, this morning!
The question jarred me from my blissfulness, as I realized that I was faced with a painful prompt question that I’d refused to answer when it came up last year, this time.
How does she know the question wasn’t answered last year, you ask yourselves? Because, the first thing I tried to do, in order to avoid this prompt, was to copy last years answer. When I found it, the only response given was that I didn’t want to share anything. Great! Now what?
In the response I’d given back then, aside from refusing to answer the question, I made mention about needing to heal more, before trying to tackle a personal and very painful question. While I can see from my reaction to the prompt this morning that I’m still not ready to reply to this particular question… I recognize that I AM healing, though maybe not as fast as I’d hoped.
The adage, time heals all wounds, is rather ambiguous about the actual length of TIME involved in the process of healing. Every soul is different, every hurt processed from a different angle, and at varying speeds.
In some regards, I am far stronger and happier than I was just a year ago… but the pain is still there, and the reality of the loss is still felt within the depths of my soul.
With that being said, as I mentioned a moment ago, I AM healing! The fact that I’m able to hold myself to this keyboard and write a response to the prompt, bears the truth of my journey, thus far.
As of yet, I’m still not ready to write a heartfelt answer for this prompt. But, what I have been able to do is share a song from Lady and The Tramp,
When I say Just Breath, it goes far beyond the act of just inhaling and exhaling! To truly let go of this world’s angst, and all the gnashing of teeth that wears at our peace… and Just Breath!
Be at peace with the knowledge that things of this world, can be observed, but shall not permeate one’s spirit while resting beneath the shadow of the Almighty!
To purposefully practice the form of physically exercising my lungs… choosing to breath out all the burdens of this world, and breath in the pure and sustaining peace that passeth all understanding…
His Peace… I take in the very breath of my Creator, My God!
I love purposely allowing God to be the very air that I breath…
I know that we were all hoping for a letter from Squagon today, but the Pinion King didn’t give us the OK on passing notes back and forth, til late last night.
So, guess what all the babe’s are doing, right now? You guessed correctly, if you said that they were probably all busily writing letters…
The young messenger sent from Pinion Valley was quite respectful and friendly, confiding that he was becoming great friends with the young prince. Apparently, Squagon is also hard at work, putting together his own letter…
Brutus has been given clearance to pick up and drop off all the letters each Friday, beginning tonight… and only under the deepest cover of darkness. I fully understand the king’s reasonings for this rule, as we’ve no desire to spread mass panic among the inhabitants of Pinion Valley, with an enormous dragon floating over their heads…
I can’t chat for too long, as I hear Boomer calling for help with his letters. I really need to be on deck for these first messages, ensuring I see bright and happy faces among the babes once they’ve completed their notes… they’ve been missing their friend, so.
Oh, before I go, I’ve made some good progress with my study of our Twilight Dreamers… and Beatrice introduced me to her three daughters.
For now, all that I can tell you is that while they might appear to look somewhat like their mother, they are each quite individual and unique in their own ways…
It’s been a bit difficult to learn much about Ishah, as of yet, due to the fact that I fall asleep almost as soon as I sit down near her… she just makes me feel so peaceful that I loose track of any thoughts, and my mind drifts off… like floating down a lazy river.
Now, Awshah is the polar opposite of her older sister, being so incredibly bubbly and joyful! She hardly holds still, and I’ve yet to slow her down enough to understand what she is saying, or singing… because that’s mostly what she loves to do.
Oh my goodness! Oodah might be tiny, but she is the softest and snuggliest little flying bean! We all keep taking turns holding her, and she never seems to tire of the constant hugs. She leaves you feeling like you’ve just been wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold morning… and then handed the most delicious cup of warm cocoa you’ve ever had! Personally, I think I would trade my favorite comforter for an Oodah, if I could.
Anyway, that’s as far as I’ve gotten so far… well, as much as I’ve time to share with everyone. Besides, I’ve spent longer than I’d planned, as it is… and now Tilly is beginning to call for me, along with Boomer. What I wouldn’t trade for a patience blanket! There’s still more dreamers left to meet, so there’s still hope…
As I’m soon to be looking back at 55, I think my path is pretty firmly set in one direction… God’s!
We’ve recently answered a prompt, regarding taking a risk at something new, and another prompt asking if we were guaranteed not to fail, what would we attempt… so I’m not sure how many more times the prompt can try to beat a dead horse, as they say.
Still, I realize that not everyone has seen these questions before, so I shall do my due diligence at answering with something decent, for those that are new to the daily prompts.
To answer this prompt here, today, straight up… While I have pursued multiple different careers throughout my younger years, I’m no longer interested in any of them. Add to that, the fact that I’m not considering any new directions at all, aside from the path I now follow… this one’s a deal breaker on any other pursuit I’ve ever chased after!
My career pursuits involve following only One CEO, One Leader… One! How boring and confining, you might be thinking. On the contrary, my friends. This career path has me fully engaged, at every moment, and in every action or thought. I walk with a magnificent Leader, who has me in the word, on my knees in prayer, feet on the ground out here in the trenches… and fully sustained, at all times!
My life is full of joy, adventure, action, suspense… and He has me constantly on the move… and with Him, at all times.
In all my years, never have I been hired by someone who knows me better than He does… and I’ve not been fired yet!
Before you start thinking that I’m lazy or something, maybe living the posh life, and too comfortable in my current position… you might consider my resume before being too quick to form an opinion on this matter:
0 to 13 years of age, severe childhood trauma
13 to 18 years of age, ^#$%^&^
18 to 34 years of age, pregnant 9 times with only 3 born to me, divorced, denied by the church, disowned by my family, and abandoned by those I knew as friends.
Lost and running in the wastelands for 16 more years… 16!
The rest of my career credentials, as well as my production timeline, will be within the archives of My Closet. I’ve already shared far more of my job description than anyone should have to wade through… and no, there won’t be a cover letter to accompany this Responsume…
But I did make cookies…
Honestly, I don’t know how these exec’s are going to get anything accomplished, with their mouths stuffed with cookies… sheesh guys, slow it down!
As I like to keep the pictures of our Barnyard Babes always fresh, once again, I grabbed my handy dandy picture taker (compliments of the AI generator).
It was a bit of a struggle at first, as the babe’s haven’t been in the best of moods, lately.
Fortunately, I think the activity lifted their spirits some, so there’s that!
I’m glad to say that we got it done, the babe’s and I, and now all we need to do is sort through the lot, picking out our favorite shots!
While I’ve left the final decision to Miss Tilly and Brutus, it won’t do any harm if I share my photo’s with you folks… just for fun. Who knows how long it will take for the lot of them to decide on things, and I don’t feel like making everyone wait.
I realize that you might have noticed some changes in the babe’s appearances, since the last set of pictures were taken. Try to keep in mind, sometimes sorrow changes how one appears to others… at times, hurt can seem invisible to most, often going unnoticed! Well… I noticed! That would be why I thought to make mention of it today, so that you wouldn’t be overly concerned about the obvious sorrow that clings to the edges of the photos.
No matter what I tried, Tilly never did smile for the camera… so, I finally quit fussing over the poor thing. I can assure you that Brutus is watching over her, carefully! The tiny mouse has held a special place in the dragon’s heart, ever since she came to be with us in the barn.
Since we’ve all been watching these tiny one’s for so long, I’m fairly certain everybody will see how small both Dinky and Boomer have become. Dinky is normally small, but she’s been so blue since Squagon left that her brother won’t leave her side. In a panic, Boomer shrank himself down to her size… and now he refuses to return to his normal size, until after his sister’s color improves! I’ve been letting them both sleep in my office, on top of the slippers that I keep under my desk. Oddly, it has been helping them sleep a little bit better.
While Lilly seems to be taking things in stride, I’ve noticed that she spends a lot more time alone, writing page after page in her little personal Journal that I bought for her, earlier this summer. She smiled for my camera, but you can tell that her heart wasn’t really in it! Still, she participated in things and by the end of the day, was a little more chatty with the rest of us.
In honesty, I’m not sure that Awzee Clawzee has any clue of what’s been going on! No matter what I ever do or say to the little guy, the only response I get out of him is “Whoooo?” Oh well, what he doesn’t understand should hopefully not hurt him, though I will still keep an eye on the little fluffbucket… just in case.
Sorry I took so long with all my photo disclaimers, but I just thought you’d want to know how the babe’s were feeling, what with the absence of our nutty little flyer, of late.
F.Y.I., we might be getting our first mail exchange this weekend, if the Pinion King approves of our correspondence with Squagon. I will be sure to let you know if we get mail.
Journey With Me! 