Things to 💕

“Sarah Plain and Tall” – the book 📚 or the movie🍿

Good, hard-working, honest mechanics

Lady bugs, spiders, and chickens – the warriorguard of the home garden

Binge-watching “Sherlock Holmes” with Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch

It’s at 221B

The sound of rain 🌧️ on the window

english cream tea

Precious Ramotswe and Mma Makutsi

Walking my dog 🐕

Crackling fires

Thankful for a 🌎 with such wonderful things in it.

Not liable

Jesus thank You for

c-a-r-e- ing

about

my MS and

my heart problems and

my mental illness and

my parenting failures. 


I want You.
d-e-s-p-e-r-a-t-e-ly

It helps that my life is so difficult for me. 

I’m not tempted to be satisfied with it. 

Not EVEN a choice

If I was

Effortlessly beautiful and

Incredibly popular and

Eminently successful and

had a million dollars…

I would probably focus on that.
Thank You 💗.

As it is, I’m not liable to focus on how easy my life is. (How boring is easy, anyway? I need to be c-h-a-l-l-e-n-g-e-d.)

You’ve saved my life, God. And made it beautiful ❤️.

Thank You.

Things to love

YouVersion rocks it again
  • The sound of an air plane buzzing in the distance
  • Smell of baking bread
  • Homemade tacos, any kind
  • Fortune cookies after Chinese food
  • My husband’s bald head and friendly smile
  • Shakespeare and Hathaway, on BBC
  • Celery, english toffee, dry fall leaves, corn chips, dry snow…crunchy things
  • Cups of fragrant, steaming tea
  • The smell of new tires
  • Taking dinner to a sick friend
  • Giraffes…comical and gangly
  • Magic School Bus with Ms Frizzle
  • Red hair and green eyes
  • Toe socks

Find it.

On a hunt.

Jesus.

All this apocalyptic stuff has made me cranky and self focused.

Give me a chance to do good in my world today.

Just something small but valuable.

Like a pearl.

Show me.

Help me look outside my anxious concerns.

See a way to surprise us all, not least myself,

with wonderful-ness.

In sickness and health? Real talk.

Ok some of my brothers might want to sit this one out.

#TMI

I’m having to think some hard thoughts.

About potty accidents

My girlfriend, whose Mom died with MS, was talking to me about permanent catheterization. What ever that’s called.

I think I’m gonna have to go there sweet peeps. 🌻

when I have accident after accident.

I worry about falling when I’m trying to clean up the third potty accident that day.

If I try to get out of bed and do anything that’s what happens. ( Like if I’m having a good health day and I want to cook.)

I’m on a search for a good urologist. Transportation to that kind of doctor appointment becomes an issue.

Do I want ONE MORE THING?

Probably not, but yet I might have to. Hmmm.

This is what we signed on for, right?.

” In sickness and health for richer for poorer”, right?

That’s what I’m thinking. 🌻

Too bad euthanasia is immoral. Grin.🌻

I gotta trust God:
He knows about all this stuff.

He’s the one who made potty and sex and and cooking and childbirth so MESSY .
I don’t understand You God. But I do choose to trust in You.

Screeching brakes.  Smashing glass. Smoking tires.

I was planning to go away to the beach for my 🎂birthday.

Ocean view room

Fireplace

Budgeted out

Antipated for months.

You know?

It was going to be the first time I saw my brother since my dad died   that’s TWELVE count em–twelve years. (there was a big snafu with a crime he committed against my child and stuff. People taking sides.  Not knowing what to think.  Family drama.)

I was excited about it.

I had talked hubby into it.  I was gonna make it happen!

No kids.

My girlfriends were scared for me.

Like that.

Two weeks before my birthday….

Our car caught on 🔥
Cancelled motel.

Changed plans.

Stuck in the house still.

Hubby had to fix it.

$500 in parts later…here we are.

I took it as a big “NO: you’re not ready to see him”, from God.

(my girl friends were so relieved 😌)

I accept it, but it smarts.   You know?

 Grown up tax. Big time.