I’m pushing 57 this year, and as of yet, I’ve not found myself to be a leader.
I’ve found myself cleaning up after everyone else’s messes, broken up sibling fights that could have ended in death, and took responsibility for many mistakes that I didn’t make. Though it may sound like the talents of many active leaders, today, there’s no recollection that I’ve ever been compensated.
All the work with no pay? No thanks!
I will bake you cookies, though…
Thought #1 – Why did we ever stop writing letters to one another?
Thought #2 – Wouldn’t it be wonderful if, during the winter months, families regularly met to read and share stories from when they were young?
Thought #3 – If a bag of chocolate chips spill all over the kitchen floor, but there’s nobody in the room, does it make a sound? I know my kids could hear a candy bar wrapper being opened from the neighbor’s house across the street.
Thought #4 – I hope it doesn’t rain on Saturday. At least, not until after my daughter’s baby shower.
Thought #5 – Whatever happened to that Samaritan woman, after Christ left her village? I wonder how differently her life was, after the fact?
Thought #6 – Then there’s Simon of Cyrene, the man forced to carry Jesus cross. What must his life have become, after encountering the Son of God on the day of his crucifixion?
Thought #7 – I miss watching Little House on the Prairie!
Thought #8 – Well that last thought did it! Now I’m thinking how much I miss shows like Grizzly Adams, Land of the Lost, J.P. Patches, Bedknobs and Broomsticks, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Leave it to Beaver, Fantasia, the early Sesame Street episodes, The Electric Company, and so many others that filled my childhood with imagination… aaaaahhhhhhhh, the good ole days of television.
Thought #9 – If I were traveling for years, on foot, in the desert, and with nearly a million other tired, frightened, and grumpy fellow walkers… how long would it take before I, myself, began to whine about eating only manna and quail?
Thought #10 – Why can’t my cup of Peppermint tea stay hot longer than 10 minutes?
Thought #11 – If I were given a bag that could only hold 10 items for survival, just before being dumped in the middle of nowhere, what would I choose… and could I survive? When I say nowhere, I mean no cell service, no electricity, and no other people. Ewwww!
Thought #12 – How old is too old for one to skinny dip?
Thought #13 – Why is it that I can sing to the skies when I’m in a church, or alone on a walking path, but the thought of doing it in front of a Karaoke machine fills me with dread? There’s other people in both places, so what’s the difference?
Thought #14 – I used to wish that God would make me smell like cookies, whenever children passed by, but I also really love the smell of Cotton Candy, so now I’m not so sure which I like better.
Thought #15 –
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. Psalm 119:105
Eustace hadn’t been expecting the mandatory vaccine’s he’d been forced to undergo, once back in the office. It was in the fine print of his employee contract, which he never bothered to read. Do any of us actually read all that stuff we have to sign, just to get a job?
By the look on his face, I’m guessing he’s wishing he had read his own paperwork…
Sorry, Eustace!
I have loved you with an everlasting love;
I have drawn you with unfailing kindness
Jeremiah 31:3
Seriously, I wasn’t going to say anything else.
Nope! Not going to say any more.
I mean it, I’m not!
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Ok, fine! There’ll obviously be cookies…
But, I mean it… I won’t say another word!
Does “Hugs” count?
There are actually two differing sleeps that bring us rest. The sleeping sleeping, and the wakeful sleeping… the kind when your eyes are open. You know? Most would probably recognize this better, if I were to say daydreaming instead of sleeping with your eyes open. A very boring prompt title, if you ask me!
My dreaming could derive from my own imagination, or sometimes, from a book I’ve read, or even a really great movie. The point is, when I’m wanting to relax, I like to let my mind wander to wonderful and dreamy places that are devoid of humanities normal nastiness!
Don’t blame me for checking out sometimes, but real life can be truly unfun at times, so what’s a girl gonna do?
Besides, that’s where most of my best cookies come from… and I haven’t heard any complaints so far, so I must be doing something right…
Today must be one of the laziest days we’ve had in quite some time. Honestly, I didn’t realize how good it would be to get back to the barnyard. There isn’t much better of a feeling than sleeping in your own bed, after a long time away from home.
Eustace was invited to a company retreat, so I’m not exactly sure what he’s doing, just this moment, but I can hear snores coming from the porch, the barn, and my upstairs bedroom. It seems that everyone around here is sleeping in, this lovely Friday morning. Everyone, that is, aside from myself.
While I might not be able to enjoy coffee anymore, I still love to sit in the still of the morning, with a good cup of tea. It’s so quiet, aside from the wind in the trees or the occasional birdsong floating across the meadow.
Well, I should say that it’s usually very quiet. As for this morning, it’s a fair bit away from being the normal serene calm that I’m used to experiencing. Funnily enough, I’m not bothered in the least from all the snorts, mumbles, and growls calling to me from every corner of the barnyard. In fact, I find it rather comforting, like a warm blanket on a winters day.
Snoring babes means happy babes, as far as I’m concerned. Life at sea has it’s benefits, but when it comes to rack-time aboard a massive ship on the water… well, you never know if you’ll wake up in your bunk, or on the floor, what with rough waters and high winds!
Take Osrig, for instance. He barely came out from under my bed while on the ship, but now that we’re home, he rarely comes in the house. His favorite spot for napping is just outside the kitchen window, on the porch…
Honestly, I don’t know that we’ve ever seen him so happy and relaxed.
Speaking of seeing someone happy, oh my goodness, you should see miss Tilly! Well, you can’t actually see her, right this second. She woke up when I did, begging me to help her pack a basket of fruit for young Henry, and his family. She left straight-away, headed for the river where the two lovebirds often meet. I don’t suspect she’ll be back til this evening…
Ahhhh, young love! Something tells me that she will be spending a great deal of time with her sweetheart’s family, which I am glad for. Tilly has grown up right before our eyes, and in such a short time, it seems. Besides, Henry spends a lot of time here with us, as well. I’m thinking of inviting them all for Thanksgiving dinner. There’ll already be an army of ants, from Lilly’s kin, and Squagon has invited family members from both his Acorn and Pinion Valley clans. The more the merrier, I always say!
Well, my tea has gone cold, and my tummy is shouting “Oatmeal… Oatmeal… Oatmeal!” I best get busy making breakfast.
Oh, yeah… and it’s FRIDAY, everyone! Have a blessed weekend… hugs
By the Sea…
I think I would live by the sea, if ever I could
Waking up to sounds of the ocean, would feel good…
Drinking tea on my deck, the sun warming my face
It would ever so peaceful, existing in that place…
Each and every dawn, could seem like new beginnings
I’d thank God for everything I have
Far more precious than any lottery winnings…
Yes, I know I’d live by the sea, if ever I possibly could
I’d build castles in the sand like a child
Honestly, I think everyone should!
I’d bake cookies in my kitchen, leaving all my windows open
Bringing hungry neighbors by for treats
At least that’s what I’d be hoping!
For certain, I know that I’d live by the sea, if ever I got the chance
I’d sail the seas with my savior
from dawn til dusk
So, I guess company should call in advance!
Can you believe it? They actually gave Eustace a Welcome Home Party! Like a full workday kind of party… I’m being fully serious!
Just to prove it, I’ve taken the liberty of putting together a video of the whole affair! Otherwise, I doubt you’d have believed me…
** Ladies and gents, grab your popcorn and Ju Ju Bees. It’s time for a show!
I give you my first Musical (minus any singing) ever produced, here on WordPress…
Oh, wait! Ummm, the first scene had to be a stand-in, sorry. You try successfully producing a musical while your star actor is busy getting a Brazilian Sugar Wax treatment. Just sayin!
Dat da dat Dahhhhhh……….
Eustace Get’s a Party!
Cheeky Camel!
### No camel’s were harmed during this production###
I found an old post from last spring that I thought rather fitting, if you twist the daily prompt’s meaning just a smidge…
This was one of my ‘Investigating Truths’ episodes, but it seemed fitting, somehow.
For as long as I can remember, I have made sense of myself and this world in two realms of thought. One realm of thought is in the actual and physical sense. What we see, do, talk about, eat and feel are things in the here and now. The second realm of thought is what I think of as my storybook, or cartoon version, if you will. Let’s call this part the “Behind the Scenes of My Truths,” the adventure version.
What follows is written in storybook version…….
I am wild from the top of my head all the way down to my toes! It is all that I can seem to remember of myself. My journeying, or running if I am being truthful, has always found me far out in the desert. For as long as I can remember, there has been a path worn, from one hidden oasis to another, by my very own feet. I have hidden them well, though, so most that wander by are unaware of my presence.
As the years of my life rolled forward, I found that there was One who had been following my footprints, always leaving little packages of love for me. On one of my journeys along the outskirts of the Cities of Souls, I came to realize that the One whom I had sensed, was in fact my True Father! It was both joyful and difficult to become aware of Him.
I stayed…
Before I knew it, time seemed to have sped forward in my journey, by a great many years! I discovered that I had settled down right inside the walls … building relationships with others, and trying to live and do things the way all of the others thought was right.
My Father showed me the gifts given to me, but instead of being at peace, I became fearful…
I believed that I was losing myself, and would simply become a nothing, moving along by habit!
So this wild child ran!!!
I fled into the desert with as much speed as possible, for my feet had become softened over the years spent within the walls built by man. Many times I fell, stumbling over rocks and debris that had been left on my paths. Had it really been that long? I was not sure if the way had become obstructed or if I had simply forgotten my exact path. Many seasons were spent wandering, clearing out my old and unused paths.
Time rolled on…
Oh, I would come near the outskirts, just close enough to remember what I left behind. The intensity of my pain and fear, along with the guilt over my failure, drove me away again and again…
My last act of running into the desert, or defiance as I see it, nearly cost me my very life, but that is for another time. For now, I leave you with this thought…I am still that wild child inside, but my Father has been revealing to me the graceful Phoenix that He is rising up from the ashes of her truths…
You didn’t think I would forget your cookies, did you?
Journey With Me! 