My daughter has left for the weekend.
The house is still and quiet. The dogs just came in from a full day of playing next door. They come home around the same time each day. I appreciate how they know they’ve had enough for one day.
Watch and learn from the doggos.
Yesterday, I found myself physically tired.
This weekend I’m going to take care of me. This month I’ve been giving away more of myself than usual, but cannot pour from an empty cup.
Yesterday, my daughter noticed I was being quiet and she knew. Mom is tapped out for a bit.
I changed my theme for this site and forgot about it. When I typed in the address to come here and write, I didn’t recognize the site as mine, but thought, ‘Wow. That’s so pretty.’ 🙂
That is what we call dog tired.
Self-care weekend in full pursuit my lovelies. Looking at my dogs in this moment, I see rest.
I receive strange looks at the pizza place.
People don’t know how to respond when they see me standing behind the counter. I’ve been asked by customer’s, “Why are you here?”
The only answer that fits is, “It’s all God.”
When we pray to be used by Him, be willing to just do it. I’ve questioned why I’m there many times, but now I’m starting to see why.
To interact with actual people.
Working from home has it’s positives and negatives. I love the time freedom it offers, but I interact with people through email.
Over time, I lost my actual people skills.
Being a writer, I can respond to emails all day long, but when was the last time I gave someone a hug, or laughed so loudly it echoed in the room? I was comfortable sitting at my desk, which is a big red flag for God.
It seems when I’m comfortable in life, I’m not doing His will because that is usually scary!
I posted this on my Letitgocoach FB page.
For my stat loving peeps, it’s received almost 800 reactions, but what’s interesting is the shares. It’s been shared over 600 times.
The struggle with self worth is real.
Lastnight, a man made a sad attempt at conversation while waiting on his food.
He said, “I guess they’ll hire anybody here.”
I raised my eyes to him and could feel them light up with God’s love as I gave him a smile. He began stuttering trying to back his way out.
Know your worth my darling.
If they can’t see it, it’s on them.
My daughter backed her Jeep into my truck.
It was my mistake for leaving it sitting there.
I hadn’t pulled all the way into my side of the driveway. My daughter was with me at the time and I was trying to leave her extra room to get out of the truck. The tree branches are taking over. We forgot it was sitting there when she backed out the following morning. 😦
She was upset, but I wasn’t bothered. It hurt her Jeep more than my truck. Her Jeep is relatively new, and Steve, (my truck) is ten years old.
Walking through the house this morning I noticed it’s time to vacuum. I’m pretty sure I just did a couple of days ago. Big white dog is shedding like a mad dog, but you know what?
He’s worth every hair I walk through.
I’ve dropped the ball on a few things this week, but I’m living. Just living life through the bumps, scrapes and vacuum bag full of dog hair.
A few days later, my daughter still felt guilty for backing into my truck. I told her, “I love you more than Steve.” She gasped and asked, “Was that ever in question?” We both laughed, but there was a day, when she was small, that I wouldn’t have driven him until he was fixed.
Leave evidence that someday’s you’re living.
The peony is almost out of season.
I love this flower. It has layers of petals and to watch them slowly unfold brings contentment. My life is so simple that I’m entertained by watching peonies open before my eyes. 🙂
A nearby store carries them, but supply is getting low, so I bought what they had.
When I woke up the next day and walked by the coffee table, I stopped and stared.
They had burst open during the night.
The store offers a 5 day guarantee on flowers. If they don’t open properly you can return them.
I found the receipt, placed them in a bag and took them back to the store. The florist remembered me from the day before.
She didn’t have any fresh peonies, but suggested I take a look around. Nothing screamed, ‘take me home’, so I went to a cashier for the return.
That was a first. Returning dead flowers.
That’s another level of a beautiful life. Knowing what doesn’t belong and to lovingly send it back.
Thank you Renard for a beautifully, uplifting read. ❤
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