I just finished writing a new children’s sing along book, starring none other than my little Dinky Do!
It seems my crazy lady, sing songy ways of rhyming, works perfectly for creating children’s books. I’m going to spend some time focusing on the antics of my Barnyard Babies for a bit.
Maybe if I put enough of these little books together, someone might take an interest in bringing them to print… if not, at least I will have had the pleasure of imagining the stories.
Babies are soft, warm and cuddly…
Babies give only love
Babies always need us
Babies make us want to be good
Babies draw out our emotions
Babies bring hope for a better future
Babies don’t judge you
Babies don’t withhold their feelings
Babies don’t lie, or cheat, or steal…
Babies are that which we once were
Innocent… Trusting… loving…
If more people still acted like babies, in this regard, maybe I might start choosing a bigger version of my favorite people!
Here, have a teething biscuit…
As the DailyPrompt seems to now think we are all in kintergarten with this question, I am disinclined to aquiess to it’s request. With that being said, I am able to reflect on the shoes I’ve worn over the years.
Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
I do still have my first pair of baby shoes tucked away in a box…
From baby booties til now, I have moved from sneakers to cowboy boots… back to sneakers… from sneakers to differing ladies fancy shoes… back to sneakers… from sneakers to moccasins… back to sneakers… now resting in a shared sneaker/slipper lifestyle.
I keep em as long as they will hold up, as I am not one to give up on a garment just because it looks a bit faded or worn. Quite honestly, my shoes don’t feel right until after they have been stretched, stained, and well broken in.
My sneakers average a life of about a year, but that’s pushing it… and I usually own twin pairs so they will last longer. I walk alot!
Right now, I own a pair of fluffy slipper shoes that a friend gave me last year. They are stained from my coffee spills, but oh so faithfully comfortable.
There ya have it, folks, more information than you ever wanted or needed to know about the life of my feet…
Here, have a cookie that my feet have NOT been anywhere near, though there have been a few squirrels involved in presenting them…
Often times, I think we think too much about things.
We think on a thing for a while, and then, thinking we know all the things we should know about that thing, we do a thing or say a thing about that thing, without really knowing all that we should have known about the thing we thought we’d already thought enough about!
What I think we should do with the things we think we have thought enough about, is think wisely about the thing we thought about and before trying to do a thing with the thing we thought we thought enough about… keep the thing we thought about to ourselves, unless what we think about the thing is helpful to another who may need to know the thing we have thought about for them to think about.
Just a thought…
Just sayin,
I, for one, will shout out my gratitude for the sacrifice made on Calvary!
The temple veil was torn…
The stone was rolled away…
Jesus mended the bridge we burned,
opening up the way for us!
There is no greater gift!
No cookies needed here…
Confetti, maybe…
I’ll be honest in saying that I didn’t want to write today! Not only that, but I didn’t want to read my bible either! This week started out with a wrestling match between my roommates IBS and Fibro, who have been at it all week, fighting about everything from meals to the weather.
Don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I wish they would both just shut up!
It doesn’t help that these two are the only ones, aside from God, who regularly visit… always following me around, trying to be a part of my world.
Did I get up and read my bible, even though I didn’t feel like it… yes! Did I choose to write this morning, even though I had no desire to put myself out there… yes!
Why?
Why does a physician get up and go to work every day, often sacrificing time with family and friends?
Why do firefighters, military forces, caregivers, pastors, and countless volunteers continually hit the ground running, though many never receive any recognition or gratitude that might equal their committed efforts?
Why do mothers and fathers get up everyday, caring and working for the welfare of their children, regardless of whether their offspring show any appreciation?
Purpose!
Why not things like passion, excitement, fulfillment or even rewards?
It’s not bad to have these things fuel us, as we endeavor to make our way in the world. The thing one must remember about any motive that is feeling based, is that feelings can change. Human beings are emotional creatures, often allowing our feelings to mandate our actions.
If one wishes to live a purpose driven life, rather than an emotionally driven one, the key is to stay the course set before you… whether you feel like it, or not!
It is so hard sometimes, to set feelings aside and do what is called to be done… for the sake of ones purpose. However, anyone who is led by a purpose will agree that staying the course is worth the effort.
I have been called, according to His purpose, for the good of those whom He loves… that’s you! I would like to say that I chose this purpose, but in truth, my Creator chose me first! I believe that God called me to write! I write for Him, for you… for His purpose! I cannot even say exactly what His purpose fully is, in regards to this journey of mine.
What I will say is this, I am committed to stay the course and write for you, and to you, each and every day. Sometimes it can be silly, sometimes serious and/or emotionally driven… but you get the realness of who I am.
I made a commitment to God that I would stand in my literary Lobby each and every day, whether I felt like it or not, if only one life might be impacted, for a good purpose. I also believe that God fuels this vessel to do His good work, equipping me with everything I need to serve Him.
It is written throughout the bible, as well as, sung about in many songs that we are to cling to the word, follow in obedience, and praise and worship Him both from the mountain tops and the valleys. When things are going really good, it becomes so easy for me to become busy with many things, other than studying Gods word, which is actually the thing that renews my mind and spirit. It’s interesting that the times I struggle to stay in the word are either the highest peaks… or the muddiest of creeks, if you get my meaning. In the valleys, when it feels as if we have finally completed our last lap around the drain that we’re being sucked down, survival tactics attempt to shut off everything aside from food, water and sleep.
You know that I always fall back on my trusty Tortoise and Hare analogy, and this is definitely an appropriate moment for me to consider its wisdom.
I will stay the course, faithfully getting up each day to study, pray and write within my Lobby… this is the purpose I’ve been given. Whether you read the things I share, or not, is not a part of the agreement I made with my heavenly Father when this site began. I am writing to please my God, to serve His eternal purpose.
I choose to live a life set apart, for service to the King… my choice… my commitment… His purpose!
Feelings are fleeting! Life comes with both blessings and hardships, no matter who you are… so find your purpose, leave the past in the past, always look up and walk forward into what may come, even if you don’t feel like it! Feelings are important, but don’t let them block your purpose!
Step 1 – The first thing to keep in mind, is that we must be very very quiet. Approach slowly, making no sudden movements or noises.
Step 2 – Make sure that you have brought enough bags of seeds, as they often congregate in large groups.
Step 3 – If you can whistle, they seem to love that, so whistle away.
Step 4 – Most often they will come right down and settle on your shoulders, head, or even the camera.
I don’t think they will bite you, unless you try harm them or put em in a cage or something. I’m not an expert Budgie approacher, so I can only write about my own safe practices. I simply try to capture pictures, feed them yummy seeds, and if I am incredibly gentle, they will allow me to pet them on their fluffy heads.
All in all, I feel rather confident in sharing my tips on how to approach a Budgie… wait… oh… oops! I thought the question asked me to describe my approach to Budgies, not Budgets. My bad… as far as talking about budgets… it’s for the birds!
Here, have some Budgie Biscuits…
Don’t drink dirty water!
While that first note was, in fact, good advice, it isn’t one of my actual notes to self. In retrospect, maybe it should have been included, because dirty water is exactly what I’ve been drinking ever since our pipes shattered.
Can you believe that it has been over a month now, since we had that freeze. Though we have cold water coming through, in one of the sinks, I don’t think the pipes that it comes through, are sealed and clean.
It occurred to me the other day, as I was drinking my peppermint tea I made with tap water, that maybe microwaving it wasn’t sanitary enough for it to be drinkable.
You know how I was sick earlier this week? This is the third week in a row that I have not felt well. I think I may have been contaminating my system with dirty drinking water. I’m not saying that we are drinking poison water, but my IBS has been a constant now for nearly 15 years, so drinking unfiltered tap water is enough to knock me to my knees.
Dirty water making its way onto the list of hardships we are facing, seems hardly noteworthy, but it does tend to make one suffer a bit. Stepping back and looking at the overall ugliness of things, a busted water system actually registers at the back of the line.
Note To Self #26 comes in more handy than you think… and I sometimes have to read it several times a month, when pressures rise.
“And the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.” 1 Peter 5:10
And yes, from California to the New York Islands… all of it!
It is very hard for me to write a respectable answer today, now that WordPress has my criminal history and everyone now knows that I would sell my freedom down the river for a boy and a football game… hey, maybe that does reflect patriotism.
Anyways, I don’t wish to ruin my Friday morning coffee moments with a bunch of patriotic mumbo jumbo that will bore the ever loving socks off all who venture into the Lobby.
This website should reflect my love of God, love of life, and love for you guys… beyond that, there isn’t much else I wish to be transparent with… just sayin…
Here, have a Friday morning cookie with me…
As I sat in my study this morning
Wondering what sort of writing to do,
Dinky popped her head in the doorway
Fully covered in some sort of goo…
I looked over her shoulder to the yard just beyond
Seeing all my baby creatures running for the pond,
Squagon found the pie I’d left on the stoop,
He jumped in its middle, handing everyone a scoop…
No sooner had they eaten their ill gotten gains,
They looked at each other and saw the stains,
Dinky thought to find me and see what could be done,
But Squagon promised that the pond would be more fun…
After all of the bathing and splashing was done,
I sat down with all the babies to dry off in the sun,
I know you may think I should have tucked the pie away,
But if my barnyard babies hadn’t made a crazy mess,
I might not have had anything to write for you today!
Journey With Me! 