Worth the Fight

A form of letting go is to ‘let it be.’

To breathe in the early morning was to sit on the front porch with coffee and watch the birds feed from the bird feeder. Now my yard is still and quiet.

The bird feeder sits on the floor by the back door. The squirrels took the joy out of having a feeder. They are relentless in their pursuit of free food.

I was spending time and brain cells trying to out maneuver them, but this time darling, I knew to let go. The battle wasn’t worth the fight.

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Then I saw a battle that needed a fight.

My daughter had a rough week with anxiety and depression. She was able to work through it, but it hurts my heart watching her have to.

God spoke to me during my battle with the squirrels. It was like He said, “Hey Barb. What would happen if you put as much energy into praying for your daughter as you are battling these squirrels? I’ll take care of the birds.” (Matt. 6:26)

God got my attention.

The yard is still and quiet.

The bird feeder sits by the back door.

Pick your battles. Choose what’s worth the fight.

God Has Better in Store

I love the way life is our teacher.

We can learn so much by paying attention.

I noticed the birds hadn’t used the bird feeder in a while. The feeder was introduced in the post It Took Years. It’s a beautiful feeder, but it’s been a battle with the squirrels. They could easily pop open the lid and dive all the way in for a feast.

We’ve had a lot of rain recently and it would seem that rain is not a friend of the feeder. Upon further investigation the seed was wet and molded.

I tried to save the feeder by washing it out.

There was no way to open the bottom to clean out the impacted seed, so the feeder was ruined. Note to self…Bring feeder inside during storms.

This is where it’s a choice. I could throw the clogged up feeder away and be done with the whole idea, but I love seeing the birds in the yard!

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My new bird feeder.

A trip to the local hardware store solved the issue.

This feeder cost the same amount of money as my last one, and it will be a fight for the squirrels. The lid locks and is almost as human proof as squirrel. If a squirrel grabs a perch the entire feeder slides down and the feeding holes close.

It can display three types of birdseed and vibrates massive Zen hanging by the Arbor. It surprised me was how much my taste has changed in a short amount of time. This one is so sleek compared to the previous one.

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Remember me? I’m pretty but won’t last.

When we let go of something a space opens up for new. We don’t have to hold on and try to fix it, or make it work. Just let it go. God has better in store.

Collect Beautiful Moments

This morning I changed my sheets.

As I unfolded them to put them on the bed, they smelled like perfume. It took me back to the moment I first purchased perfume wash.

I haven’t used those sheets since last summer, so I was delightfully surprised they still had that smell.

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I haven’t bought Tyler wash in a while.

We started out by using it for sheets and towels only, but then we began using it for all of our clothing as well. It became expensive to use for every wash because the small bottle emptied quickly.

It was no longer special, or a moment.

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I vowed to go to that little hardware store this week, and buy some perfumed wash. Our sheets will smell like mine do today. This time it will remain only for sheets because overuse steals the moment.

Tell me how you collect beautiful moments?

Battery Saving Mode

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In the morning, I unplug my laptop to sit at the coffee table and read, or catch up with friends. 

I use it’s battery as my timer.

Doing things online drains our internal battery along with the laptop.

Right before the battery dies, it gives me a warning and goes into battery saving mode. At that point, I finish what I’m doing and plug it in to recharge.

While it recharges, so can I. 


My daughter and I were standing in line at a restaurant. It’s a very popular one around here, and it was lunchtime. Almost every person in line was scrolling through their phone. It was a sad sight.

How many were in battery saving mode? 

What would happen if we spent that time with the person standing next to us? Engage in conversation, or simply ask, “How are you today”, and really listen. 

This morning, a friend wrote a Blog about social media being draining. That is the biggest time and energy vampire of all. She set boundaries around it, and you can ready her inspiring post here

Writing this post used 60% battery, so I wish you a beautiful day! Step away from the screen and enjoy real life. Don’t live in battery saving mode. 

Clean Your Home

It began as a challenge to myself. To see what I could do physically, after Chemo and Radiation. Those two things turn your body into mush.

A friend of mine owns a house cleaning business.

I helped her clean houses, and learned my limits.

I could write a book about what I learned within the cleaning industry in a short amount of time. I went into it with a 30 day goal in mind, but stayed for 40. It was well worth the time invested, plus I sweated everyday. You don’t sweat working from home.

Yesterday, I cleaned someones home for them.

This morning I woke up feeling great! Like I really made a difference in someones life. They texted me lastnight and said, “My home looks awesome. You have a gift. It even has a good vibe feel. Thank you!”

When I started this Blog it was to show people a beautiful life. Maybe it’s time to go into their home, and do it for real. Would you let me clean your home?

The Clean Spot

Recently, my daughter told me something that I could have taken the wrong way. She said something to the affect of, “I’m not sure you taught me good things growing up.” Here is her example.

While she was growing up, I didn’t want to get upset over a spill, or if she dropped something on the floor, and it made a mess. I enjoyed showing her the proper way to clean up the mess. Life can get messy, and it was my job to show her what to do if it did.

I’m her Mama, not her lifetime repair woman.

To make light of the situation, I would tell her, “After you clean up that mess, it will be the cleanest spot in the house!”, and that became our motto.

She was at a friends house helping them do laundry.

She spilled some laundry detergent on the carpet.

The detergent was blue, and the carpet was white.

She said as she was down on her hands and knees, scrubbing the carpet, she was shaking her head and laughing at my voice in her head! She said out loud, “This is going to be one heck of a clean spot!”

She had heard those words many times before.

We were newly on our own, and standing in the check out line of a grocery store. The check out line was always a stressful moment because she was hoping I had enough money to pay for the purchases. What she didn’t know was, I had already tallied them up in my head to avoid embarrassment.

She wanted to be helpful, and insisted on carrying the milk to the car. She looked so small, holding that gallon of milk. It was gathering condensation being out of the cooler, and was slippery. She was trying to hold onto it, but it didn’t take long for it to slip from her hands, and go crashing to the floor.

She was sure everyone in the store was looking.

The gallon of spilled milk looked more like a lake.

The cashier sympathized, and called for a clean up.

I placed my arm around my daughter’s shoulders and guided her mortified body to the exit saying, “That’s gonna be one heck of a clean spot.”

I Will Fight For You

I don’t get mad, but this morning, I am seething for another Blogger. She is a newbie, and a bully came out to play on her Blog.

She wrote a Blog referring to the neighborhood she grew up in as the ‘Ghetto.’ Whose neighborhood was it? Hers.

The bully left a long, derogatory comment on her post.

I’ve had one derogatory comment left on my Blog.

It was when I was a member of Patreon, and trying to raise money to publish a book. This guy raked me over the coals for trying to get paid for my work.

Again, whose Patreon account was it? Mine.

His comment didn’t bother me because I’ve learned something. What we say and do can touch a nerve in other souls, and they lash out at us for touching that nerve. His comment was hateful, but eloquently written, so I wondered if he was a writer that didn’t get paid. I didn’t respond, and hit delete.

Don’t respond to bullies. That’s what they want.

My new friend has only been Blogging for a few weeks, and she is writing about her past. We all know how healing that can be, but that one comment crushed her spirit. She deleted all her posts!

What’s amazing is we have to maneuver our way through a post with an F bomb in every sentence, and that’s completely acceptable, but she gets slayed for using ‘Ghetto’. We live in a screwed up world.

My friend, if you are reading this, I want you to know you are loved. You woke up this morning to a new beginning, and I pray you will leap onto the path and write. If someone degrades you again, I have a really big stick with their name on it.