God’s promises fulfilled!
God’s faithfulness displayed!
The tomb lay empty…
for the stone was rolled away!
Jesus gave his life for us!
Death had no hold on Him!
He has overcome the world!
All Praise, Honor, and Glory belong to the King of Kings!
May God richly bless each and everyone of you, as well as your families! Have a beautiful day! Hugs
I think it would be absolutely fantastic if we could come up with a dance move called “The Wiwohka!”
Basically, it’d be the name you can give to people when they question your style of dance. The stranger, the better! Preferably, you can form your style into that of an inebriated surfer, riding the waves of the music, as if you’re being stalked by a great white!
Try it! It’ll be fun for the whole family!
Here, have a boogie cookie…
This will either make you feel nostalgic or it will answer a lot of questions about why we turned out the way we did… You’re Welcome!
There’s nothing like a good movie, to get me giggling! Not just any movie will do, as most movies out now-a-days are filled with everyone’s drama, dirty laundry and dark schemes. That’s not funny at all! I have enough crap that goes on around my own life, why would I take pleasure in watching everybody else’s trainwrecks?
I’m talking the oldies but goodies, like Abbot and Costello, Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, Carol Burnett, Tim Conway and Harvey Corman, and so many others. The never-ending list of pricelessly funny old movies goes on and on. We all have our favorite go-to movies to lift our spirits and bring out the laughter! Those old movies made things funny without doing it at the expense of another’s feelings. Those were the days, before everything seems to offend someone or other, and it was just simply funny!
I long for the days, where one could just laugh at a thing without fear of offending others, or being slapped with a label! Newsflash!!! Sometimes a thing is just funny, because it is! The funny isn’t the problem, it’s what we do with it when we see it, hear it, or read it… not everything has nefarious motives!
Laughter was meant, and has been used for, lifting the spirit and spreading happiness! Whatever makes you laugh from deep within your belly, usually accompanied by a snort or possibly passing gas loudly… it’s gotta be good for us!
Here, have a Friday Fruit Tart…
So, this morning I arrived at the barn early, hoping to get some writing done. When I opened the barn door, I was confronted with an entire loft, full of babes with paintbrushes and buckets of differing colored paint! I braced myself for the incoming bucket-sized paint bombs to land on me, but to my surprise, all the babes had a completely different plan in mind.
Apparently, they’d been waiting for me to arrive, in order to retrieve the eggs from the hen house. Boomer already tried to go in and take said eggs, but the chickens weren’t having any of it! They pecked the back of his head relentlessly, until he fled from their enclosure. He’s no worse for wear, as dragons have pretty tough skin, and I know with certainty, that Boomer has a hard head!
Quite honestly, I didn’t know the babes even wanted to decorate eggs for Easter, as I’ve been out of the egg painting business since my girls were small. I know that I’m always reading the bible to the barn babes, and yes, I did read the story of Easter to them only a few days ago; but I was momentarily confused, on how they knew about painting and hiding eggs.
That is, until I walked back into my office, to find that I’d left the door unlocked last night. They’d all been in here watching television all night on my laptop. With the holiday fast approaching, there are commercials about colored eggs and chocolate bunnies running nonstop!
After a lengthy session of explaining how chocolate is very bad for animals, we settled on a plan to color a large number of eggs, that would then be given back to the angry chickens. Once the eggs have been returned, I’ve agreed to hand out the honey coated granola clusters, that are always kept locked up in my office safe.
If you’re asking yourselves why I keep food locked up in a safe, just think about it for a moment. Nuts, honey, and oats vs. squirrels, dragons and mice… not to mention Lily, who is capable of calling in her ant relatives in a hot minute. I bet you thought it was easy to care for a barn filled with woodland babes. You’ve no idea!
Anyways, I’ve come inside to retrieve the granola, along with a basket for collecting the eggs, and I paused long enough to drop you this note. I’m off to gently persuade the ladies in the hen house to let us borrow their eggs for a bit. I wonder if when we paint the eggs, the colors will make the chicks arrive in a rainbow? I’ll get back to you later on this theory. I always use non toxic food-based dye, so it should be safe.
I do think it would be really funny, to see the mamma chickens faces, when their chicks come out looking like little Piñatas!
How does one begin talking about how they feel, when they really don’t want to have to talk about how they feel?
I shall begin by disclosing, in honesty, about how much getting older can suck! The last two weeks have been rather excruciating, as springtime weather patterns have been wreaking havoc on my back and joints. It’s made me grumpy, as well as, unable to sleep comfortably… at all!
I find it amazing, that a tiny thing such as chronic pain, can radically change a myriad of things. For starters, I don’t handle my life of isolation nearly as well as I normally can. Both Fibro and IBS start bellyaching about themselves, leaving me out of the conversation completely! I’m just left to clean up after their fits of anger and frustration. They are both pissed off at me, for being incapable of controlling the pain. Boo Hoo! They’re such big babies sometimes. If I could, I would kick them both out of my internal house! Unfortunately, we all just gotta get along and make nice with each other.
The biggest problem I face, while living in solitude, is over-thinking every aspect of my life and circumstances. I have endless hours each day, in which to analyze whether or not I’m doing this right, or that right. I can be my own worst enemy, overly criticizing myself in everything that I do, say, and yes, write! I get very irritated with how quickly I can lose faith in myself, just because I don’t feel well, or am feeling lonely. For crying out loud, I am the daughter of the Creator of the Universe! Why on earth should I feel lonely?
I think that’s the answer right there! We are created, not only in the image of God, but also designed like him, desiring love and fellowship. It is completely natural to need others. But, what do we do when there isn’t any OTHERS available? When I say others, I want to make it clear that I’m not talking about you all! I’m talking about my others! When I’m struggling with pain or illnesses, basically anything that makes me feel weak or unable to be self-sufficient, lack of being a part of a family unit hits me like a Mac truck! Add to that, I’m midway through editing my own memoirs, which requires me to go back through all the stories and letters of my past. While I know it needs doing, it still makes me feel overly emotional about most everything.
So much has been lost to me, mostly through my own mistakes. The biggest fear that hits me pretty hard, is that my girls will never read the book I’m writing, once it’s finished. Oh, I’m still going to publish it, of that I feel confident. But will they ever overcome their hurt and anger? I live about 20 minutes away from all three of my girls, but my door has not seen them in front of it for years. My oldest disowned me, my middle child pretends that she’s just busy, and I’m not even welcome in my youngest daughters home. My mother has passed, my brother has passed, my sister wants nothing to do with me, and my foster family betrayed my trust. The church turned their back on me, after my divorce, as well as, nearly every friend I thought was mine. My phone lays quiet, my doorway empty! I physically see no more than two people I know, on a regular basis… that’s it! I cannot drive yet, as I’ve not been able to renew my drivers license since my eye surgeries. We haven’t had a flushing toilet since November, nor hot water, but thankfully there’s a bathroom in the RV Park. For each of these issues, there is at least 3 or 4 more that I’ve not the time or energy to share about.
When I’m feeling well, I could care less about these things… but when I’m in pain, all bets are off and I get hit from all sides. Why am I telling you all of this? Because, sometimes I think it’s better to call myself out on a thing, so as to let the air out of its inflated self!
Everyone has troubles or hardships at times, that’s life! In honesty, I feel better when I write my feelings out to you, whether you know it or not! You all get to see me at my best… and at my worst! I know it’s my choice to share so openly and publicly, but come on… you’re all I got, aside from God, and He’s the one that told me to share with you. For what it’s worth, you really do make me feel loads better, from even the smallest like or smiley emoji you send. You make me feel seen, like maybe I’m not invisible! Thank You!
I’ll feel better soon, as the weather will adjust, and then you won’t have to read so many grumpy posts. May God richly bless each and every one of you, for the words of love and encouragement, as well as prayers given on my behalf! Again, Thank you!
Hugs from the grumpy girl!
I almost used the song off that children’s show, Barney, where they repeatedly sing “the list goes on and on my friend.” I decided not to go down that musical rabbit hole, as I’ve work to do this morning. I chose, instead to offer up myself for this lovely prompt inquiry that rolled off the WordPress rolodex.
Before you start thinking this might be a negative, let me assure you that it’s not! It’s an impossibility for a soul to know everything about everybody!
Besides, I don’t want most people to understand me, rather, I would prefer just a few souls that really desire to know the real me… the one beneath the surface.
As there have only been 2 takers on this offer, for many years now, I am a patient person, in this regard. The ones who stand the test of time, weather the storms, and invest the effort, I will greet with open arms. The thing is, my arms are only so long, therefore, any interested parties have to actually draw near enough to participate!
One thing is for sure, I do know that most of the people at WordPress have no clue about how to offer a decent prompt question, nor do they understand the writers to whom they pose these ridiculous questions. Maybe they should assign someone from their corporate office to answer the questions each day, same as us! I bet the questions would change in a hot minute!
Here, eat some cookies, but don’t eat the one in the middle cause it’d be weird …
Sometimes, when the storm seems too great to withstand, all you really need is someone standing with you, helping you hold on…
What a silly question to ask in this day and age! I’ve no intention of wasting my time explaining things that everyone already knows. Besides, what I do isn’t considered a job… it’s my passion, my purpose! A job is something one gets paid to do, in dollars and cents, which is something I’ve never received for any of my efforts. I birthed and raised my children for nothing, served in the church til my fingers bled for nothing, and chased after caring for others needs before my own… for nothing! Technology changing made no difference in any of those categories.
I’ve worked in paid positions, attained a college education, and benefited from technological advancement in both, but we all have, so this prompt question is STUPID! If you know how to use Google then you’re fully aware of how far we’ve come… nuff said!
Here is an advanced cookie…
I’m still undecided about what I want to do with Tuesdays! I enjoy both of the styles of writing, but do not get a big response out of either series like I’d first hoped.
Both of the series were supposed to play out as independent short stories, with one leaving insights and the other leaving questions to be answered. I am discovering that people are just too busy with lives and challenges of their own, to engage in much back and forth conversation. I’m not judging, rather, I’m being a realist about my expectations of others.
On an average day, most people wish to stop in and grab a cookie, taking a few moments to read whatever is laying upon the table in the Lobby. It’s a lot to ask for someone to stick around longer than that, as life’s highway is going at breakneck speed… no one has much available free time to invest in something or someone outside of their busy lives. I think this is why they created the like button on our feeds, as it’s sort of like a get out of jail free card for most. I get it! I have a large number of subscribers that I attempt to support, just as they support my site, sometimes having to skim the surface of their entries and leave a like, to offer them encouragement. It’s not easy to connect with everyone, and I’ve got nothing but time on my hands!
In order to cut myself some slack, as well as everyone else, I shall simply write what I think works for that day… minus any inquiring questions. It may be poetry you see, or possibly a short story of some kind. Perhaps I will feel musical, or even nostalgic in some literary form, sharing stories from long ago. The point is, I will write whatever seems fitting for the day, leaving you to come and go without feeling like you need to respond.
Writing to you should be a way for me to give love and encouragement to anyone and everyone, without expecting anything in return. I’m just grateful that you stopped by the Lobby.
Journey With Me! 