Let It Bloom

It’s been a life-long love affair with the Hydrangea, but the seasons are changing and it’s going away until Spring. This morning I noticed myself having a bit of trouble letting it go.

My daughter and I were out shopping this week. When I disappeared from view, she knew where to find me. We were near the flower department and there I was staring at the massive bouquet of multicolored Hydrangea. We carried it to the checkout, and when she beeped the bouquet and saw the price, she gave me a surprised look, or maybe it was shock.

I knew better than to meet her gaze and looked away thinking, you only live once. We came home and put them in water.

This morning I walked by the coffee table where they sit. Some of them had drooped overnight, so I grabbed the vase and took it into the kitchen. I laid them out on the cutting board, grabbed a sharp knife and sliced a good chunk of the ends off each stem. I chose a different vase, filled it with cool water and placed them in. They looked pretty sad, but I remained hopeful.

Looking out the window, I saw my neighbors outside, so took a walk around the block for a short visit. There’s nothing like listening to a toddler talk about life. When I returned home, the Hydrangeas were perking up and struggling their best. As I write, all are standing tall and looking refreshed, except for one.

We have a fear of loss and try and fix things to make them last longer. As I saw this one stem not revive itself I thought, well, I can always buy more, but then stopped that thought. It shouldn’t be that easy to replace. I’m just going to let them bloom, stay as long as they wish and move into a new season.

Seasons are temporary and I look forward to seeing the Hydrangea in the spring. Until then, I can have peace in knowing I didn’t try to make it stay. All I did was let it bloom.

Carpe all the Diems

I walked into a well-known craft store yesterday to pick up some cross stitch supplies. The bin holding the color thread needed was empty.

So, I left the store carrying a box of new landscape lights. Does this happen to you too?

Standing in the checkout line, I scanned the display in front of me and contemplated an additional purchase. I’ve always loved these and I smiled as I reached down and grabbed one. My daughter will think it’s for her, but no my lovely…

It’s for me, but I share good. 🙂

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Bubble wand.

The cross-stitch I will make when I find the supplies says, “Carpe all the Diems.” It has a crown at the top to go along with our Queen B theme.

My hope for you my darling is that you follow suit and Carpe all the Diems.

It’s Only Temporary

Little Fears came out with a new t-shirt.

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I saw this shirt on Wednesday, in the midst of a wildly rainy day. Knowing my flower garden would love the rain, I wondered what storm other’s may be going through. You know…the storms of life.

My divorce was a three year storm.

Breast Cancer was a two year storm.

But there’s something I learned about storms. They don’t last forever. We face them and get through them. It only gets better on the other side.

Plus, ‘it’s only temporary’. These three words bring comfort during storms.

I first heard them as I was walking through Breast Cancer. When my hair fell out, and I lost weight during Chemo my appearance changed but I was told, ‘it’s only temporary.’

It’s a small phrase holding a big truth.

You see lovely, it wasn’t the end of the road. It was all a part of the journey.

I walked outside this morning to see if any damage was done by the storm, and all I saw was growth.

This plant doubled in size overnight. The sun is shining and with time it will be in full bloom.

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Little Fears is right. No rain no flowers.

If you’re in the midst of a storm, just remember. It’s only temporary.

Feel the Music

Driving home last night, this song came on the radio.

The one thing that can change my mood rapidly is, hopping in my truck, and driving somewhere, even if it’s just down the road 10 minutes away. It doesn’t have to be a long drive, just long enough to hear the right song.

There is something about being in my faithful truck, on a road, and hearing a good song that feeds my soul.

As I listened to the words in this song, it reminded me of why I write. To give hope. I’m not sure I’ve written anything to save someones life, but God will work through our writing to help change people’s lives. It’s His job to save.

I will tell you what you need to hear, and that you’re not forgotten. My hope is you can see a God who is more than all you ever wanted. We all need hope, and if you’re here, you’re not alone. Maybe God has called you to this Blog, and you will read something that will change your perspective, which is a good step toward changing your life.

We Get To

All of my work revolves around some type of writing. God gave me a sound mind, and a big mouth, so I get to type these words in hopes of encouraging others.

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It hasn’t always been this way. It seems to take a while for my mind to catch up with what my heart already knows. Once I learned money and material possessions couldn’t bring me happiness, my life got real simple.

Faith make all things possible.

I have a little sign that says, “Faith is seeing light with your heart when your eyes see only darkness ahead.” God gives just enough light for the step I’m on.

There has to be Hope.

Faith and Hope go hand in hand. Then there is Love which makes all things beautiful. There is an abundance of beauty in life, and I hope you see it in yours. Life will try to suck us in, and it’s easier to get busy trying to make a living, rather than living a life.

Don’t overlook the beauty. Have faith in the unseen, hope that it will come to pass, and love your life! It’s much sweeter to ‘get to’ rather than have to.

Worthy of All Good

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 want 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. 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.

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