Jumping With Joy


Sorry, I believe I missed last week, but today is Thankful Thursday for this week, so without further ado…

I am soooo stinkin’ thankful!  Thankful for everything!  For my family.  My wonderful daughter on this #NationalDaughtersDay and every day.  My beautiful mother.  Friends that I love and love me back.  Sweet true friends that my daughter has that believe in her and lift her up.  For my generous, loving Jesus.  For my forgiving, faithful God.  For working from home with work and clients I adore.  For this new adventure I’m starting.  For words.  For film.  For good health.  For laughter.  For music.  Cooler weather.  Changing seasons and the color of leaves in the Fall.  For our home and land.  Our furballs that make life fun and funny.  Wonderful food.  Coffee.  Lots and lots of coffee.  Wine and cheese.  Chocolate.  Lots and lots of chocolate.  Road trips to our favorite places and adventures to new ones.  Mountains.  Hiking.  Baking.  Cooking.  Photography.  Writing.  The sunrise.  Sunsets.  Babies.

Ah, life is sooo good!

I’m not jumping for joy, as if joy is something I can grab out of the air, somehow out of reach, up there above me.  I’m jumping with joy.  I’m filled with joy, with happiness.  I’m so filled with joy, I can’t help but jump with gladness.

I know there’s so many more blessings I can count but I’m livin’ by a schedule – ain’t got all day!  ;)

Y’all have a beautiful, wonderful, amazing, prosperous, fun, humorous, thankful and fabulous Friday Eve!  May God bless you and your families!

Love ya!  *smooch*  xoxo

What are you thankful for on this Thankful Thursday?



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Journey From Self to Soul


I’ve been across the great divide

A journey from self to soul

Much I’ve learned but cannot decide

The single thing that made me whole


At once I believed I had peaked

Would the rest be all downhill?

The incline was rigid and steep

Reaching the top, I just stood still


I had been blind to my own trail

Couldn’t see beyond the rocks

Couldn’t see through the clouded veil

Couldn’t see past self cast blocks


Standing there, I took in the air

Juniper sweet and setting sun

A larger mountain and a prayer

My journey had only begun


I struggled through the entire climb

More focused on resulting end

Thinking at the top, I’d win the prize

Instead it’s where I begin


Letting go of a place to get to

New purpose to connect each day

Joy be found in the walk and view

And souls embraced bar the way

Camp Nano Washed Out

Well, technically, Camp didn’t wash out.  I did.  It’s not for a lack of trying, mind you.  I’ve had much on my plate with work, with running after Hallie and helping her (post-surgery), running after the animals, mowing and working in the yard, cooking, cleaning, washing, going to and fro physical therapy and the list goes on.

I did manage to scribble roughly 5,000 words, not quite reaching the goal I’d set for myself of 10,000.  BUT!  I am still squeezing in time to write, even if it’s for a measly 15-30 minutes a day.  Hey, something is better than nothing, right?  Right.

I sort of messed myself up a bit to be honest.  I started back on my work of non-fiction that I started in October of last year and it’s like I had to force myself and found it to be more of a chore than fun.  I cannot write like that.  It has to be fun.  Don’t misunderstand.  Sometimes you have to glue your butt to the chair or couch or bed or porch swing or wherever it is you want to write and actually put in the time to write.  Something.  Anything.  Just to get yourself started.

Write the voices that are talking (screaming) in your head

But to sit there in angst with 100 other thoughts running through your head of what you need or want to be doing rather than having the want to sit there and write.  Well…  I cannot write like that.  It has to be fun.  After you sit there and force yourself to write, if the imagination and words are not flowing by the end of the first 30 minutes, it’s not worth it.  So I pulled away and thought to myself, “Self, while I realize finishing this book is important, you have all these voices in your head screaming at you to work on their story.  How can you focus on something completely opposite when you have your fantastical characters screaming at you to write their story?  Writing is writing.  As long as you are writing, you’re getting the job done.  But you need to listen to those voices in your head.  Listen to them.  Write their story.”

Then, I had a dream, woke up at 0:dark:30 after the dream, couldn’t go back to sleep, got up out of bed and wrote.  It was an epiphany.  I have started books 1 and 2 in a series and this dream was the story before book 1.  A new twist!  Sort of like The Hobbit movie coming out after all the Lord of the Rings movies.  It’s the back story before the story.  So, I have to say, I was a bit psyched to get up oh so early to write out everything I could remember from the dream.  And it’s funny.  The more time I spent writing it, the more details sprang up and I started remembering more of the dream, the colors, the sounds in the background, the smells, the rooms and changing environments, the action, the drama, what the characters where saying and how they were saying them.  Writing is such a wonderful trip!!  Hearing, seeing, feeling and smelling the story in your mind and writing it out is like biting into a juicy sweet peach, breathing in that heavenly fresh summery fragrance, and having the nectar drip and run down your chin and arm while savoring every last delicious bite.

If you write at all, then be proud

If you did not reach your goal for Camp Nano, don’t beat yourself up about it.  If it got you started writing and you continue every day to write, then be proud.  The real goal here is to write, to create, to spill your soul or imagination or dreams onto paper or laptop or whatever the tool is of your choosing.  But to write.  That is the goal.  So do that.  And be pleased with yourself.  Someone said once, ‘it’s not the destination, it’s the journey.’  And that is a very true statement.  The journey is the fun part, the adventure and, sometimes, the distraction from real every day life.  It’s my means of escape, though I don’t escape for long, as I love my life and the people in it.  Still, a little mini-mental-vacation is always welcome.  To imagine worlds and stories in your mind — those are some of the best vacation adventures.

So, maybe I didn’t wash out.  I started.  I wrote.  I’m writing daily.  And I will finish it eventually.  And so will you.

And if you did reach your goal for Camp, I applaud you!!  And if you didn’t reach your goal, and, still, you wrote, I applaud you, as well!  Wooooo-hooooo!!!  *clap*clap*clap*clap*wolf whistle*  Whoop!  Whoop!!

Focus on the Positive

“Finally…whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

Philippians 4:8 NIV


Here, the Lord is suggesting we focus on the good, the better side to things.  We are not to dwell on the negative, to judge others harshly as if we are perfect because we are not.  None of us are.  We need to see the good in others, the positive aspects to life, the truth, what’s right, notice beauty all around us, those who work hard to get where they are, as long as they get there respectably and not trample others on the way to where they’re going.  So even God is telling us to focus on the positive.

Do you think it means something else?  Something different?  Please add to the conversation in the comments below.  We want to hear from YOU.  ;)

Understandable Despair and Silver Linings

Exodus 6

The Lord told Moses that Pharoah would let them go because of His mighty hand and Pharoah will force them out of his country.  He further told Moses he remembered his covenant and will free the Israelites from being slaves to the Egyptians and will bring them to the land he swore to give to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob and he will give them the land as their possession.

Moses reported to the Israelites what God said but they didn’t listen because of their discouragement and cruel bondage.  The Lord told Moses to tell Pharoah, king of Egypt, to let the Israelites go out of his country but Moses said, “If the Israelites will not listen to me, why would Pharaoh?”

Exodus 6:13 thru 6:27 is the family record of Moses and Aaron.


If you were an Israelite, forced into hard and cruel labor, beaten and made to work constantly not only building but gathering your own straw for bricks, forced to fill your same quota of bricks as before when you were actually supplied with straw, how would you feel about God?  Would you trust him?  What you believe he would deliver you from this torture and give you freedom and land?  I know I wouldn’t.  He could have come sooner, right?  He could have watched out for these people and not allow them to be tortured at all.

Why would he leave them alone for so long?  I don’t begin to understand nor will I ever understand why he allows people to be tortured.  I’ve heard he has a plan.  For each one of us, he has a plan.  Do you ever question his plan?  I do.  Sometimes I wonder if he actually has a plan for my life.  It’s during those times of suffering.

But then I adjust my focus and see all that I have.  I look at Mama, this beautiful, amazing woman who is capable of anything, the fact that she’s just next door and we grow closer every day.  I look at Hallie, the daughter I wished for since I was 2, the fact that she’s this amazing young person with all the qualities I prayed for during all those years of not having her and we grow closer every day, which is what love is supposed to be.

You spend time with people you love and get to know them on deeper levels and in different ways and you love them in spite of their flaws, failures and weaknesses.  You love them and they love you in spite of all your flaws, failures and weaknesses and your love strengthens and grows and you get closer every day.  And then, from that amazing love, I see all the other wonderful things in my life.

Even though we may struggle at times, we have so much more to be thankful for.

Perhaps it feels like a struggle, but really it’s a blessing in disguise.  This might and might not make sense.  A struggle being a blessing in disguise?!  I’ve actually had several of those.  Where something bad happens and at the time you feel it’s horrid and maybe even for a while after as you mourn that thing.

But then the smoke clears and you begin to see things with cleaner, fresher eyes and see all the blessings that came because of that bad thing.  You find the silver lining and sometimes there are many silver linings from that one bad thing.  I know some of you know what I mean.  So then maybe God does have a plan after all.  It’s sometimes through a bit of suffering and because of suffering we can eventually see and appreciate beauty.