No More Hair

I woke up this morning before the alarm was set to go off. My body was trying to protect me from that annoying cell phone alarm we discussed yesterday. If you’re new here, welcome!  You may want to read Sweeping Dog Hair first.

blogI took the clock radio off the shelf and placed in on my bedside table before bed. It has two alarms, which works well for me! I set the first one for 6:20 am, which would allow the amount of sleep I need. It would buzz, so I set the second one a little later and with music. Neither was needed.

Before God showed us this house, I was praying for a fenced in yard for Gus. We lived on 40 acres at the time, but near a dangerous curve. I watched him get more brave in his ventures of heading down the driveway toward that curve. He’s a dog and being a Blue Heeler, he likes to run!

There were two Great Pyrenees on that country road that always ran out in front of me and started chasing my truck. Never saw the logic in that because I am driving a truck. I didn’t want that life for Gus. He deserved better. God showed us this house we’re in today and the yard is fenced.

Gus is a dog, but he needs boundaries. As I was gazing at my beautiful hardwood floor, covered in dog hair, God reminded me, “I gave you a fence.” Mr. Smith had already reminded me, he’s a dog and he can stay outside some.

Gus ran around outside yesterday and had fun. When he got hot, or missed his people, he would jump on the screen door. This doesn’t work for me, so this habit needed to be stopped. As I was sweeping, I would politely open the door, see him on the other side of the screen, look at him and give him a firm, “No”. This went on for a while, just like disciplining a child, until I opened the door with the broom in hand. Gus doesn’t like the broom, so he chilled out.

Maybe Gus made the connection that I was using the broom to sweep up his hair, and he was next. I don’t know. I was just grateful he got the message his behavior was stealing my joy and it was to be stopped. Gus is a good boy!

I gave Gus everything he needed, but didn’t tolerate what was not needed. He played outside later than normal, which meant he would sleep later too. I got up early, grabbed coffee and went to the porch to sit with God. Sitting in the swing and having quiet time was a beautiful thing. Looking at the floor while typing I see no dog hair. Gus has always quietly napped when he hears me typing. He knows I like quiet, and Gus wants to please. Gus and I work.


blackandwhiteBarbara is a writer and loves being a Mom to her 15 year old daughter. It’s a dream come true for her to be a Let It Go Coach and help others enjoy their lives. She hosts Workshops, does one on one Coaching and is working on her first book.  You may connect with her via email.


Back To Basics

God has given my daughter and me a beautiful life. This Blog is that journey of the lessons learned and divine intervention along the way. I sit here this evening with a heart full of love and gratitude for you reading my Blog.

Cannon RebelSL1 006 edit (500x490)I’m an ordinary woman, living an extraordinary life.  Why? Because almost 17 years ago, my alcoholism was killing me and destroying what looked to be a beautiful life. The fancy cars, house on the hill, jewelry, designer clothes and one dinner party after another. The status quo.

The morning of November 10th, I handed my wine glass to God, half full at the time, and have not desired another drink since.

This picture is my life today. My daughter and I recently moved into this quaint little farm house and we’re sharing this new beginning, again.

He started our monumental new beginning 2 years ago and you can read about it throughout this site. If you want to see how pretty life can be, take a look at my Facebook page. All the pretty pictures are there. I’m not independently wealthy, but I have a God that has given me a life more beautiful than any amount of money can buy.

I am starting a little series of Blogs this week and invite you to join in. They will be listed under the category of “Quality of Life” and  “Stealing My Joy.” I love to show people they can have quality of life without quantity. God showed me a long time ago how much joy I received taking care of all my stuff. I had a lot of stuff but no joy.

Today, I want to reach as many people as possible and encourage them through their life. What I write about is whatever God puts on my heart to share. Right now, He is showing me I need to clean house and get back to the basics of living. It’s going to be a great adventure to live it and an honor to write it. Feel free to join in and share.


blackandwhiteBarbara is a writer and loves being a Mom to her 15 year old daughter. It’s a dream come true for her to be a Let It Go Coach and help others enjoy their lives. She hosts Workshops, does one on one Coaching and is working on her first book.  You may connect with her via email.


Sweeping Dog Hair

I overslept this morning. My phone alarm was fixing to go off, so I turned my phone off. It was only 30 minutes over, but shutting the phone off instead of dealing with the alarm was not the answer. Time to find an actual alarm clock.

We should not wake up dreading our alarm. My phone updated the clock a couple of weeks ago and this new one is more difficult to turn off. What once took a swipe of the finger, now takes an act of God. As I write this, I’m wondering what happened to the clock radio we had before the move. Looking up, I spot it right in front of me, on a shelf. I moved it in here to listen to music while working, but rarely do. It will be in my bedroom before nightfall.

I believe we have everything we need already within reach. Sometimes its not being used to it’s full potential. Starting your morning off right is so important. God wants to use us each day, so we need to take care of ourselves so we can hear His promptings. Staying up too late the night before and waking up before the alarm is not good for me.

Sweeping up dog hair is not good for me either. You cannot sweep dog hair very well. It’s scatterers and sticks to the broom. The only way to get it up effectively is to vacuum, but 7am is a little early for that here. I enjoy glancing at the beautiful hardwood floor and watching the light from the windows dance around while I write. This morning, just like quite a few mornings, all I see is dog hair. Just like the alarm clock, there needs to be a change made here too.

People have made choices that are bringing negative change to my life. So, why am I doing the same? I know how to make choices that are good for me and it starts by spending my morning with God. The dog hair will be cleaned up before bed and the clock radio moved, so I can embrace a new day. The dog can wait as long as he has everything he needs the night before. I tend to hear Gus in the morning over God. Sorry Gus. I’d rather make you wait than God.






The Greater Good

I sit here this morning looking out at a lake. It was not here a few months ago, but it’s coming back. When I first came here, the area was filled with Bluebonnets. There was no water, but the area knew it was supposed to be full.

blueheronIt’s mornings like this that remind me of Stork. We don’t realize what we miss until it’s no longer there. This massive Blue Heron gave me comfort the first year of my legal separation. Knowing I was on the path God had for me, even though I was headed toward a divorce. I miss seeing Stork.

I saw a post this morning that reminded me of a lesson I am continuously learning. I am learning to love myself enough to do what’s good for me. Walking away from a 25 year marriage was one of the hardest thing I ever did. Mustering the courage to walk away from what was not good for me.

I think every relationship starts off good. It’s new and exciting when someone walks into your life that brings more happiness. Make sure it continues to bring you joy. The first sign of sadness should be a red flag because the heart knows.  Just like this once dry land knows it’s a lake.

My daughter used to ask me why I looked sad. If I was with someone that loved me, my face should be smiling. If my heart hurts it will show on my face. The look of sadness means an empty heart, smile means happy and a laugh means overflowing.  Don’t wait for a person to see what’s on your face and question whats in your heart. Walk away.


blackandwhiteBarbara is a writer and loves being a Mom to her 15 year old daughter. It’s a dream come true for her to be a Let It Go Coach and help others enjoy their lives. She hosts Workshops, does one on one Coaching and is working on her first book.  You may connect with her via email.

Break Under Pressure

Today has been one of those day’s where God started talking to me as soon as my feet hit the floor. I purposefully walked through my day and noticed so many things that have been here, but today I didn’t take them for granted.

knobs1I love these knobs. When we came to look at this house God had chosen for us, I saw these cabinet doors. They fill up the mudroom and are more than I need, but I was excited. They didn’t have any knobs on them, the surface was smooth. I would finally get to use my knobs!

I bought them years ago, and they have moved along with me. The man who owned the house, apologized for not having the door pulls in place. I told him if he would drill the holes, I would take care of it. They bring me joy every time I walk by and see them on the cabinets.

Today, I grabbed one to pull open the door, in search of a cookbook. I spotted the one I wanted on the top shelf, and had to reach and stand on my tip toes to grab it. Still having the knob in my hand, I placed a little pressure down on it, to raise myself up. Then it snapped.

It came off the door, and broke into three pieces laying in my hand. It really hurt my feelings! The first thought that came to mind was how to fix it. I didn’t have any super glue, but could pick some up later on. The back mount had broken off and broken in half so this wasn’t going to be a seamless fix. knobs2

Then, of course, I started fussing at myself for not being gentle with the old, porcelain knobs. When I got to the point of discouragement, God reminded me that I had two extras. There were more knobs than cabinets and I had two somewhere, but where. Here went the search.

They came to this house in a grey, plastic grocery bag, so how hard could it be. I don’t store things so these cabinets God blessed me with are maybe half full. I looked in every cabinet, drawer and even the pantry. Anywhere in the nearby vicinity I thought they would be.

I couldn’t find that little bag anywhere, so now my feelings were really hurt. Walking over to a kitchen cabinet to take one more look inside, I grabbed the knob. In my hand was the red knob. This cabinet and the one beside it had the two extra knobs. Right in front of my face!

Having high expectations for myself always has me prompting others to be the best they can be. I am not the easiest person to love at close range. Being easier on myself will spill over to others. Let up on the pressure before the break. Fixing people is more difficult than knobs, so I will cherish the ones in front of my face.


The Heart Knows

Men enjoy telling me, I think too much. When something is on my mind, it typically comes from my heart because that is where my spirit dwells. A man should be worried if I wasn’t thinking a lot. Then my heart would not be full.

heartGod placed a man in my life that is borderline genius. He used such big words when he texted me, that I had to look them up to communicate. That was an interesting time in my life. My daughter thought that was too much work, but I wanted to know every word.

I learned a lot from that man and his words. You won’t see me use big words in my writing, because I want it to be an easy read. If you had to stop and look up words, this wouldn’t be as enjoyable. I want to reach everybody and teach from the heart, not mind.

The irony of this is, that man found my mind very interesting. I was terrified to talk with him in fear of looking stupid, but he always wanted to know how I think. I could never explain it to him, but I hope that today, that man is led more by his heart than his mind.

Mama always said, “Go with your gut.” If I don’t have peace about something, I have learned not to do it. I can plan my day, but if I get to something on my list and lose my peace, I pause and pray. God has saved me many a time by taking away my peace right before I walked out the door.

Follow your heart but take your brain with you. My heart feeds my mind, so whatever is on my heart will be on my mind. I can have thoughts that are not led by my spirit, and that should make you worry. Instead of wondering what I have on my mind, look inside my heart. That is where every thought starts and where everyone should want to be.


blackandwhiteBarbara is a writer and loves being a Mom to her 15 year old daughter. It’s a dream come true for her to be a Let It Go Coach and helping others enjoy their lives. She hosts Workshops, does one on one Coaching and is working on her first book.  You may connect with her via email.




No Plan B

I write to understand my life, is a quote I saw this week. That is what you will find here. Stories of my life and the people in it. Some are here and some have passed through. If you’re reading one of these and can relate, you’re either going through something similar, or you were there. I rarely mention a name but if you were there, I thank you now.

I was once leery of writing about the men in my life. There hasn’t been many, but I am thankful today for each one. You already know I was married half my life, but did you know I was in a relationship for a year and a half after the divorce? He follows my Blog, or used to. I think it was too much for him to read. His name was not there but he was.

blogHe used to always tells me, “There needs to be a Plan B.” If we are following God, does there need to be a Plan B? I don’t think so. That would be making a plan in case God failed. God never fails. We fail God.

I learned so much in that relationship. You have seen snippets of it here without even realizing it and you will see more. It doesn’t take a lot of people to write your life story. It takes a lot of lessons learned over time.

I don’t say that to be harsh. I have learned from every person in my life. God works through people. They come into our lives to teach us and that makes us the person we are meant to be. You need more patience? Oh my.

God will use people and situations to help! There is a saying, “Don’t pray for patience or you’ll get it.” It’s a painful practice for me but necessary. Waiting on God takes a huge amount of patience. Otherwise, I would do it myself and that’s even more painful.

When your time is up with that person it shouldn’t be painful. So many people are mourning broken hearts and that is the main reason I am a Coach. To help people get past the pain and learn to live. You had a life before them and it should be better because of them. It may hurt because they are gone but if they were meant to stay they would still be there. ‘God’s got a plan.’ My daughter at 15, reminded me of that today. She has learned what she has been taught.


blackandwhiteBarbara is a writer and loves being a Mom to her 15 year old daughter. It’s a dream come true for her to be a Let It Go Coach and helping others enjoy their lives. She hosts Workshops, does one on one Coaching and is working on her first book.  You may connect with her via email.