Sign Me Up

Last year I learned about gratitude. I’ve always been grateful, but was ready to dig into what gratitude looks like and feels like. That was my mission. Making a daily gratitude list was helpful. There’s something about making a list with pen and paper that satisfies the soul.

sign1I picked up this sign yesterday at a local shop downtown. Walking though these shops bring me joy. Seeing all the interesting things for sale, and sometimes beauty abounds. Something has to speak to me from across the room to consider bringing it home. You have probably read that I’m not into material things anymore, so it really has to scream!

Last year my mantra was gratitude, so this year I’ve chosen to pull gratitude, thankfulness and appreciation together and see what that looks like. Boil it down and maybe we have a bucket full of blessings to look through. God is good.

For someone on the outside looking in, it may not look like I have much. I used to have a guest house bigger than the home I live in now. Living here means I don’t spend a lot of time cleaning and maintaining stuff. I rarely dust because everything is used frequently and doesn’t have time to get dusty.

sign2I don’t count the electric guitar sitting in the line up of guitars. Bailey plays all her guitars, but the electric doesn’t get played as often. She still loves it, but we have to wipe the dust off every now and then.

Hanging yesterday’s purchase this morning, prompted me to hang a few more. The one that says, “When Pigs Fly” is made of wood. It was propped on a shelf and every time thunder shook the house, it would fly off the shelf and startle me.

All of them mean something to my daughter and me, so today they earn their own space. We have room to collect more but we’ll be discerning in our choice. They were scattered throughout the house, but the large ‘God’ sign brought them all together. If you noticed the spots of light on the wall you have a good eye. Those are the reflection from the Disco Ball hanging from the ol’ oak tree.

 

 

 

You Are Worthy

There are a couple of Farmer’s Markets, not far from my house, that I love walking through on Saturday morning’s. For the vendors, this is their livelihood and a delicious service to the community. If you read, “The Final Day of A Better Way To Live“, the Farmer’s Market is the perfect opportunity to give of yourself. I say hello and hug most of the vendors. It was cold this morning, so they were bundled up, but present. They were so happy to see a smiling face, it didn’t really matter if I made a purchase. The hug, smile, chit chat and laugh were enough.

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Bathroom Mirror

As I was getting ready this morning, I read the writing on my bathroom mirror, and wanted to share. This statement was given to me by a friend of mine and I passed it onto my daughter. We say this out loud daily, and my daughter, Bailey, wrote it on the mirror. Isn’t that one of the places we look for approval?

“I am strong enough, pretty enough, smart enough, and I am worthy of all good!”

There is a difference between using a mirror to get ready, and looking in the mirror and seeing the person looking back. My hope is that you like that person looking back, because God doesn’t make no junk. It took me a long time to be able to look into a mirror after my drinking career. Once I did, I knew there was someone in there worthy of all good.

Write it on your mirror. Speak it out loud for you to hear. Give it breath and life and above all else, believe it’s true. Because it is.

 

Paper Towels With Snowmen

When life is perfectly in sync and has been flowing seamlessly for a while…get a puppy. This will make you appreciate all the time you had to keep everything in balance. I woke up this morning and popped a K Cup in the Keurig, and sat down with a steaming cup of Vanilla Biscotti coffee. This is when I start my time with God, before I’m fully awake and my brain starts spinning off the schedule for the day.

puppyWe brought a puppy home yesterday, so this morning I sat the cup of coffee on the chair side table and grabbed him out of his kennel before he pooped. I’ve had a ranch, so poop doesn’t bother me. It’s how it’s arranged and where it’s placed that bothers me. I grab little Augustus, Gus for short, and outside we go.

He is learning that this makes me very happy when he goes outside. He is also getting the hint I’m not so happy when he pees or poops on the carpet in the den. It’s a process and a big learning curve for Gus and me. Being an Australian Cattle Dog, I know he can get this. If his ancestors can herd cattle, Gus can poop outside.

When we purchased this little bundle of joy, my daughter and I went to the store to look at toys. The after Christmas aisle had one Snowman chew toy hanging all alone, so of course, we had to get it. Gus loves his Snowman and chews on it instead of us.

What I learned this morning, as I sat with a puppy curled up in my lap, sipping my still warm coffee is….God is not going to leave me. That is a promise my friend. I may have to alter my schedule a for a little while, but Gus is not going to be a puppy forever. Just like children, they grow up fast, and we tend to their needs a lot like a baby.

Life is short. We are to savor every moment and see the beauty in it. The pee spot he made on the carpet right after coming inside may not look like beauty, but that’s where the paper towels covered in cheerful looking Snowmen will help.