Generosity begets generosity

“Don’t pick on people, jump on their failures, criticize their faults—unless, of course, you want the same treatment. Don’t condemn those who are down; that hardness can boomerang. Be easy on people; you’ll find life a lot easier. Give away your life; you’ll find life given back, but not merely given back—given back with bonus and blessing. Giving, not getting, is the way. Generosity begets generosity.”
Luke 6:37‭-‬38 MSG


Don’t you think that shame is the hardest wound to heal?  Shame is not even easy to get a grasp on or talk about…its kind of enigmatic.

But we’ve all felt it I think:  This feeling of not-good-enough.

I love that God doesn’t try to minimize my shame, but he doesn’t focus on it either.  

He sort of just moved past it and tells me what is great about me.  

He tells me that I have a positive destiny.

He tells me He’s crazy about me.

I’m crazy about you too, God.  You are brave and kind and wise and true.  You have my heart. 💛

Regarding Zion, I can’t keep my mouth shut, regarding Jerusalem, I can’t hold my tongue, Until her righteousness blazes down like the sun and her salvation flames up like a torch. Foreign countries will see your righteousness, and world leaders your glory. You’ll get a brand-new name straight from the mouth of God . You’ll be a stunning crown in the palm of God ’s hand, a jeweled gold cup held high in the hand of your God. No more will anyone call you Rejected, and your country will no more be called Ruined. You’ll be called Hephzibah (My Delight), and your land Beulah (Married), Because God delights in you and your land will be like a wedding celebration. For as a young man marries his virgin bride, so your builder marries you, And as a bridegroom is happy in his bride, so your God is happy with you.
Isaiah 62:1‭-‬5 MSG

Difficulties, Depends, and Vacationdays

Hey guys.  You might want to take a pass on this entry.  Major TMI. Unless you have a weird illness that wants to sap your joy and you NEED a friend. Then I’m your girl.💚

And now to the weary😩 beleaguered souls who are left among my readers:

My two youngest 6’2″ boys are home for spring break.  So that means a LOT more food is needed in the Boyd house.  This is the first year that I remember of not being able to cook and bake all day to feed them during breaks from school.

 So I was trying to cook.  I walked one boy through a couple of custard pies. 

easy cheap recipe here

Then I was trying to get some soup together using the last of the roast from last night’s dinner, and fielding phone calls, and making them do their chores…

BUNCH of teenage attitude from one twin, while the other one went off to eat with his girlfriend WITHOUT HAVING DONE HIS CHORES.

I made the one unjustly-done-by-girlfriend-less twin DO his chore under duress and with much snarking.


called the other twin and cut an appropriate deal. ( He has a better track record with chores than his much more laid back brother.) 


Turning to dinner prep, I was just getting out the ingredients for dumplings when suddenly…

boom.  potty accident. 

Seriously?  Whenever I get the least bit tired these days, my body does a huge freak out on me. (Discreet Underwear from Always.  Thanks friend Heidi and daughter Rose). But still; l had to go clean up right?

 After turning the stove and oven off, I went to my room, intending to use the mean-2nd-skimmings-of-my-energy to clean up.  And then, having accomplished said task, drop exhausted into bed, feeling hard done by and desperately stressed out 😢.

(Just for extra fun the enemy was right there at my elbow as I was getting into the tub with see? You might as well just end it like your mom and grandpa did.  You’re a pain in the neck to your family anyway.  Useless.  Can’t even boil water, girl.)

(I came right back with Get out of my head! I will NOT be so faithless as to steal that decision from Almighty God!  I will NOT abandon my man and children in that way!  I will trust in the Lord.  I WILL trust in Him.)

Out of the tub and staggered to my bed.  

 Theoretically this is the part when I would call a girl friend, cry and vent, and get prayed for and be all better right?



Has that ever happened to you?  You go down your list and call EVERYONE–even the super-spiritual ones who will be militantly cheerful and make you feel like poopiedoo–but NO ONE IS HOME?

I was keeping a whiney-but-nonetheless-running dialogue going with God through all of this, so I said, well?? what do I do now!? Balling the whole time of course.

God said “David encouraged himself in the Lord at Ziklag”

So I looked that up up in my YouBible.  passage HERE

On my way I passed psalm 42.  Read some of that.  awesome helpfulness HERE

Wow.  Deep shaky breath.  I’m gonna be ok.  I serve theGodwhoseesme right?  He knows.  He’s never leaving me or abandoning me.  

He promised.

I can do this.