Saturday, November 26, 2016

'Twas the Night of Thanksgiving...

‘Twas the night of Thanksgiving and all through the house
There are leftovers, and crumbs, and “Oh! …Is that a mouse?”
The food and clean dishes were put away with such care
Hopes that the kitchen remains clean, is now my current prayer.

At the end of a long day, my honey and I went to bed
With visions of stuffing, and pies, potatoes and bread…
Remembering “Grandpapa and Nana” spoken sweetly from our laps,
Thoughts of our babies remind me that gifts need to be wrapped.

Still thinking sweetly today of last night’s sweet chatter,
It’s off to make lunch, geesh; I’m already getting fatter!
I remembered my healthy option that I hid in my cache
I threw open the fridge, but could not find my stash.

I stood there a moment, completely aloof
Then I had a thought that could raise the roof!
Instead of eating leftovers that could cause a heart attack
Why don’t I make a smoothie, and then hit the NordicTrack!

So I made a blended mix that had spinach and cherry,
Then added some protein, and why not, some more berries.
I felt so much better making healthy choices, duh “hello!”
That I went downstairs for some Zumba, and just let it go!
It was tough those last few minutes, but I gritted my teeth,
I did what I was taught, to have fun and just breathe.
When I was done, I was sweaty and smelly,
But it felt so good to let go and know that I tightened my belly.

Upstairs I bound now, so proud of myself,
I felt as productive as a Christmas Eve elf.
A wink to my honey, then to the shower I sped,
I now felt empowered for what lay ahead.

Energized and now ready to get right to work,
I felt ready for gift-wrapping, ah, such a perk.
I quickly sifted through toys, and books and gizmos,
Then grabbed the Christmas wrapping and some matching bows.

I wrapped many presents with songs and a whistle,
Then soon I finished the task and felt, oh so blissful.
The day is now done, and I think I did alright.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

written by Mindy Kaye

Thursday, November 24, 2016

When You Think of Thanksgiving...

Thanksgiving Day is a day so many of us look forward to. It’s a time to gather with family and friends to share a meal together.

Most Americans (and Canadians!) celebrate Thanksgiving Day with a meal that could feed a small army, then watch sports on television until the turkey coma kicks in. Often everyone on the couch ends up watching the game with their eyelids closed...

Read the full article over here...




Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Spring Cleaning



Spring is coming up fast! I, for one, am ready for it. The house has been closed up since late autumn; Christmas brought extra things to store and I am ready for Spring Cleaning. During this time of the year I always get excited to start purging clutter, organizing rooms and “stuff”, cleaning the house and detoxifying my body. My body needs to be cleared out from all the holiday yummies I allowed myself to have and that are now sitting heavy on my belly.
Detox is a hot word these days...Read the rest of the article here

Wednesday, February 03, 2016

New Resolutions





For most of us, each new year brings the desire to start fresh and do things better. We find ourselves motivated to lose weight, clean and/or de-clutter our homes, or save more money for a big treat for ourselves. But by the end of the year, or even then first month, we've fallen short of our initial expectations. Whatever your goals are, they take resolution. Resolution simply means...

Read the entire article over at Shazzy Fitness on their blog tab




Friday, November 13, 2015

Weary - Five Minute Friday

It’s time for Five Minute Friday. Join us over at Kate’s blog today to read some more great FMF posts on this week’s word prompt: WEARY.

When I saw this week's word prompt from Five Minute Friday, I both sighed and nodded my head in affirmation. That is how I feel. I am weary physically, spiritually and emotionally. 

I am physically weary by all the "things" in my life that keep my schedule full, yet often times unfulfilled.

I am spiritually weary by being "alone" in my spiritual walk. My honey and I don't communicate on a spiritual level, nor does most of my family. Honey and I haven't connected with anyone at the church we attend due to the distance we are from it and some spiritual healing that needs to take place.

And emotionally, well, let's just say I'm so weary there, it's hard to even think about working on it.

My daughter recently started a study group using The Love Dare book. I took the Love Dare Test today and it reflected just how I feel. Seeing those results made me feel even more weary. I know I have a LOT of work to do to be the woman God wants me to be for my husband.  I just hope I'm up for the challenge. 

I know that when God is placing something in my path that I need to work on, I see it, hear it, and struggle with it in every area of my life until He gets His message into my heart. 


Matt 11:28 "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

Is 40:31 but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

Teach me Lord, teach me Lord to hope in You.



Wednesday, August 19, 2015

She Taught Me...

The lessons she taught me...

She taught me to say "please", "thank you," and "you're welcome".
She taught me to give up my seat for my elders and to sit down and listen at their feet.
She taught me to not disrespect authority and to respect myself.
She taught me to not give away what belongs to someone else. To save that gift for my husband.
She taught me that there is power in prayer and sometimes God's answer is silence.
She taught me that time spent with Him is never wasted time.
She taught me to not save that special something for after you're gone, but to share it when you can    share in the joy it brings that other person.
She taught me to be still and listen.


The lessons she taught that I'm still trying to learn:

To laugh like a little child and let my joy spill out.
To find satisfaction in the littlest moments.
To forgive easily because unforgiveness only hurts me.
To act on expressing love, because that person may not be around tomorrow.
To spend time at Jesus feet every day.
To not build up walls to protect me from pain, but rather take the risk of being hurt.
That sometimes things are better left unsaid because you can't unsay them.
To always look at the other point of view.
That not asking for help is selfish.

She may be gone from earth, but she is still teaching me.

I miss you momma.

She opens her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. Proverbs 31:26





Here: Be Present

This is a very belated Five-Minute-Friday post from Aug 6th. The prompt was "Here".

So...here goes!

"He isn't here!  I mean, he is here physically, but he isn't here with me." I whined to my mother.
For a few years that is how I lived, side-by-side with my husband. Together, yet not. Each of us off doing our own thing, barely interacting with each other. We went through different phases throughout our married life, and that one was very lonely. To be with someone, but not be present feels very hollow.

Today, I see children, learning from a very early age to not be present.  They are side-by-side, sitting next to their "friends" but they aren't there. They are on their mobile phones checking in on social media, texting another friend that is only yards away from them...they aren't "here" in the present, looking into the eyes of the one sitting next to them, and having a real-life, in-the-moment, conversation with that person.

Photo from Clive Thompson  The Daily Telegraph  Feb 1, 2014 12:00 AM



I sometimes wonder, when they grow up and meet someone special, if it is difficult for them to focus on the object of their affection longer than they focus on what has become a virtual replacement for friendship.  Our culture is fostering relational hermits that just so happen to be seated in a large group of people, who all have their eyes focused on that object in their hands.

Just imagine, if you can, if everyone put that object down for one day and looked at each other. What would they say to that person who's sitting next to them? Could they look them in the eye and hold that gaze for any length of time? Would they know how to be present?

No matter what our ages, we could all stand to practice being "here" in the now, paying attention to our surroundings, being present.

Are you here?

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Sunday, April 19, 2015

Don't Wait Until Tomorrow!

When I saw this week's word prompt at my fav writing hole, Five-Minute Friday, my mind burst with all sorts of quotes and thoughts. But the one that spoke the loudest to me is the one I'm going to run with.

This week's word prompt is: Tomorrow.

Go:

Don't wait until tomorrow to tell someone you love them. We may not be around to hear it.

It wasn't until I was diagnosed with a serious disease that I even contemplated that I could die before a ripe old age.  it was then that I began to think about the future without me in it. Not as much about missing out on the things I wouldn't be around for, but what I was leaving for those who would stay on this earth. I wanted them to know  how much I loved and appreciated them. Things that should have been said more frequently suddenly were urgent to be let out.

I lost my momma in 2004 and I was thankful that my family had 6 days notice to see her, and love on her, and tell her how much we loved her before she left us. I still wish I had tomorrow with her, but I am thankful we had those moments. 

We are not promised tomorrow. Whether it is we who leave or someone we love leaves us, don't wait until tomorrow to touch their hand, or touch their heart. Don't say those words that you can't unsay, because tomorrow they will still sting and you will be one step farther away from being close. Instead, think of tomorrow as another day to have an opportunity to show your love in a kind word, deed or shoulder.





Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever - Mahatma Gandhi

Stop

Photo Credit to Dave Howell at Photography Musings by Dave 

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Five Minute Friday: Break

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Five Minute Friday: Today's word prompt is Break.  Go

My immediate thought with our FMF word prompt this week wasn't a negative thought; Break: I broke a glass, or someone broke my heart.  Instead, my thoughts went immediately to where I know I need to be with God. I need to be changed by His loving, healing, breaking of my heart. It is often a painful process, but one I know I need to embrace in order to be used by Him.

The Psalmist David wrote:

Open my lips, Lord, and my mouth will declare your praise. You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; You do not take pleasure in burnt offerings.  My sacrifice, Oh God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, You, God, will not despise.  Ps 51:15-17

My lips, and my heart have been closed for too long. In order to be humble before God, my pride must be broken. Not my will Lord, but Thine. I need to let God break down the walls around my heart that I have built, on my own, to protect myself against the hurts I have encountered. I built those walls to shut out more hurt, but all the while I was also shutting out God. My pride falsely led me to think I could protect my own spirit. Instead my spirit has begun to dry up, holding me back from the blessings that God has for me.  Open my lips, Lord, I want to declare Your praise, but in order to do that, I need a broken and contrite heart.

Break me.


Melt me.


Mold me.


Fill me.


Use me.




Stop.


Sunday, February 22, 2015

Five Minute Friday : Open

It's been a VERY long time since I have joined the crowds at Five Minute Friday to write with (almost) total abandon for five minutes based on a prompt provided by our host Kate Motaung.  

The word this week is: Open. Here goes:

Allowing access, passage, or a view through an empty space; not closed or blocked up. This is the dictionary's definition of the word 'open'.

For quite some time now, this simple single word has eluded me. I have been the total opposite of this word.  I have felt closed and blocked up, not allowing access to anyone or anything to those passages into the real me.

I long to open my doors, but the lack of movement has made my hinges stiff and unwilling to open easily.  It's felt safe having my doors closed, it keeps intruders out, and I can easily hide behind it, not having to dress to greet anyone.

But it's lonely.

I long to open my doors, but my door is stuck. It's going to take some effort to open it again. I'll need to grease those hinges and then work at opening the door every day after I've closed them for the night.

Now where did I put that grease can?




Stop.