A Better Life, Letting Go, Moving On

Time and Talents

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Worship in the Overflow 

“What am I doing?”, was my thought this morning. Sitting down with some coffee, I pulled up my WordPress site to read some Blogs I follow. I chose “Minimalist Grandma.” first.

The woman behind the Blog is named Jill. We met on WordPress, and have a lot in common. My best friend during childhood was named Jill. She is not that Jill, but it’s easy to remember her name, which is usually a challenge for me. Jill and I have simplified our lives to the point that we now have time, along with  passion, and purpose to pour into others.

In Jill’s Blog, she dove right into the subject by saying, “I am now making decisions about my time and talents. What do I keep? What do I discard?” This is letting go at it’s finest!

Time and talents. Walking through a Breast Cancer Journey last year proved time is precious. It should not be wasted, because an unlimited amount is not promised. On talents…we are all given at least one gift. With practice, that one gift will cause an offspring of other gifts. Jill’s Blog revealed a new twist on something I have always believed to be true.

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I have always given from my overflow, but Jill writes, “It seems like we should be giving out of our abundance, but I find that I give best and most from my lack.” BOOM!

A friend of mine just posted on Facebook, “The more love you give away, the more love you will have.” My favorite thing to do is give love away, but there are mornings I wake up running low on love. Maybe I give too much away, and don’t save enough for myself? Too much time spent giving of our gifts, and talents, without balance, leaves me depleted.

Maybe that is why I have free time from giving it away.

If what we give, is what we receive, then I want to find out what I lack, so I can give that. Looking over my life there is no obvious lack, so today I will ‘dig deeper.’ What do I lack?

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If it’s already in ‘lack mode’, it shouldn’t be given away at this time. There needs to be time spent nurturing it, so it will grow. Someone once told me I lack commitment. Two years later, I let the man go who told me that, so maybe it’s true. Being in three serious realtionships over the past 30 years, I have been the one who leaves. Do I lack commitment?

You can read Jill’s complete post by clicking here. Thank you Minimalist Grandma for making me think. That is something there is no lack of, but I’m on a jouney to see what is.

Feel the Music

Feel the Music

In honor of the Beauties who need to hear it, until they feel it, and can believe it. xxx

 

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What a Savage!

My daughter has been at her Dad’s since Friday. Yesterday, we decided to meet up at one of our favorite coffee houses. Stepping outta my truck, she was walking across the parking lot towards me. I was in awe of her grace, and beauty.

Her hair was woven in this messy bun atop her head She was wearing a white, knit top, loose-fitting jeans, and comfortable looking heels. Wanting a picture of her, I handed her my phone, and asked her to snap one. Next time, I’ll be more specific, because this is what she did.

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She will be screaming that I shared this, but she knows her Mama. This is her ‘egg’ look she often sends to her best friend. Her bestie is Japanese, and has darker skin, so she is referred to as ‘brown egg’, and my daughter is ‘white egg’.

Their most obvious differences, yet they are besties. They speak to one another like savages, but they love one another. Her friend knows her true beauty. Her heart.

People see my daughter, and may think she knows she’s beautiful. The sad part is, my daughter doesn’t know it. No matter how often she hears it, she just laughs it off. Do you know what causes her to question herself?

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She compares herself to what she sees on Social Media.

So, she knows this. 2 “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—His good, pleasing and perfect will.” (Romans 12:2 NIV)

“The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life.” (Job 33:4)

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My daughter doesn’t need my preachin’. She knows my heart, so I pray for her instead. So one day she can do this.

“I will give thanks and praise to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well.” (Psalm 139:14) Her soul needs to know.

We live together, so she hears some preachin’, and sometimes too much! Her new thing to say is, “It’s okay Mama. I still love you, just a little less!” Hah! What a savage!

Feel the Music, Mr. Smith

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As soon as I met him, I wanted to write about him. Not wanting to use his ‘real’ name, I asked him “What do you want me to call you in my Blog?” He said, “Well, my last name IS Smith! Mr. Smith it is then.

This Meme describes him perfectly. He loves me in a way I wasn’t accustomed to. It’s been more than I could ever imagine. What we have is not easy, but Mama always said, “Anything worth having will not come easy.”

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Two years later, he sends me this song. Mr. Smith loves music, but our taste in music is like night and day. He loves ALL music. He’s one of those people who doesn’t say a lot, but when he does, I listen.  After he sees this, he’ll say, “Is nothing sacred!!!”, but what we have IS sacred. He knew the disclaimer for dating a writer from the beginning. Thank you God for Mr. Smith. I love him, but Thy will be done. Not mine.

Feel the Music

Feel the Music

The video says it all. I am supposed to have childlike faith, and then life happens. I’m going back!

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Praise Him Anyway

I have done a lot of things that make me look like an idiot. Probably one of my all time favorites was when I would praise and worship God on a pier.

I woke up this morning, snagged a cup of Joe, and stepped outside. I love to stand on my front porch, feel the cool breeze (for now), and just soak in the moment. The sun breaks through these two ginormous oak trees right in front of me. It’s like God’s way of saying, “Good Morning.” I walked inside, flipped on the stereo, and stepped back outside.

This moment brought back memories of McDade.

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This pier is where I stood and worshiped God. This picture was taken on a crisp, and frosty morning, but that didn’t stop me from going down there. I still remember the warmth of my feet, breaking through the frost, as I jumped up and down, and danced around. That pier was completely thawed by the time I was done, and so was my heart.

The wooden spool is where I sat my coffee, and laid my phone, which was playing the music to worship Him. I miss that pier. My heart was longing for that feeling this morning, but all I have now is a front porch. Plus, there is a road in front of my house!

I still live out in the country, but since we moved to this little farmhouse in Dale, I haven’t enjoyed that outside ‘praise and worship’ moment. This morning, I could feel, and hear the music coming through the screen door, as I stood on the porch. Instinctively, my feet started bouncing to the beat because guess what song was playing?

Yep. It was the one I shared yesterday in our Feel the Music series. I sat my coffee down, and raised my arms high in the air, and sang along with Tenth Avenue North, “I have this hope…”  The feeling that came over my body, was like a drug!

My heart began to swell, and it felt like mild electrical waves flushing through my veins. I had goosebumps from head to toe, and it’s just the most exhilarating feeling ever!

I heard a car coming, so I withdrew. It was the same feeling when I would hear a car coming down the driveway in McDade. I lived on 40 acres, so the only car that drove by was my landlord. He was probably thinking, “We really need to size her up for a little white jacket that ties in the back.” What would this person coming down the road think, if they saw me dancing around my porch? In my pajamas no less!

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This is a picture of my daughter taken in McDade. She is gazing out the window, on a rainy day, looking at the pier. That is how we treat God sometimes. We can feel in our heart what He wants us to do, but let’s just stand here a minute and think about it.

The Bible is full of stories where God asked followers to do things that made them look like idiots. My favorite is Noah. I just love his heart! Let’s build an ark, and wait for the rain. The people in this town already shake their heads at me. It wouldn’t surprise them at all to see me building an Ark in my front yard. I say, “Let them think”.

They know I’m a writer that lives with my daughter. I wear pajamas way too late in the day. Sometimes the entire day. I had Breast Cancer and walked around bald-headed last year, but….”She’s always happy.” They know what they see, but you can’t see God.

You have to feel Him.

Is God prompting you to do something that will make you look like an idiot? That’s a good sign. Do it! The irony of all this is…My landlord is a custom cabinet maker. He works with wood, so all the wood suppliers know where I live. I have a large cattle gate on the side yard, so I look forward to the day the wood supplier pulls up, and I can say, “Back it in boys!”

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Feel the Music

Feel the Music

I am still lovin my house thumpin with dat bass thoooooo. If you are lost here, you can read our last Feel the Music, and catch up. Basically, my daughter figured out how to hook up the sub woofer to her stereo before she left to go visit her Dad.

I now know how to get her out of bed without even walking into her room!

It’s amazing how it feels when something is completely connected. We enjoyed the stereo pre-subwoofer, but now it’s like, Holy Cow! I can feel the vibration of the music. The whole house can, the cows, and probably the one neighbor!

It’s the same way when we are completely connected to God. I am learning to be still again, and just feel His presence. Just like in that Chemo chair. He is the vibration of life and love. This song has really good bass, so if you can, turn it up and feel it.

“I have this hope, in the depth of my soul. In the flood or the fire, you’re with me, and you won’t let go.”

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Hey Satan! Dat You?

When someone asks, “Are you okay?”, do you tell them the truth?

I’m really good at wearing the happy mask. Isn’t that what people expect?

I unloaded on a dear friend yesterday. She listened and laughed, because she knows me better than anyone. She has known me since my daughter was a baby, and has watched me overcome much. She told me, “I’m so proud of how far you’ve come!”

It’s funny because I’m the opposite of what the world sees as anything spectacular. She told me about the time she came to my first house in Texas. It was so elaborately decorated, she felt uncomfortable. Like walking into a magazine instead of my home. She thought, “I don’t belong here”, upon entering. Well, neither did I.

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I cannot lie to her. She knows me too well.

My rant was about some areas in my life that I wasn’t happy with. Writing being one of them. I was frustrated by looking at the numbers again. This is the one area that Satan knows he can get me. Writing this Blog for three years, and I only have a handful of followers? Come on now. What the hell? She just continued to giggle.

This woman pretty much raised me in my walk with God, so she knows the numbers are not reliable. She doesn’t hit the ‘like’ button, or make a comment, but she reads every Blog. I am guessing a lot of people are like that, because the views I receive outweigh the follows. Am I the only one that struggles with the numbers?

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Satan would love to shut me up. He would love for me to stop doing this thing that brings me the most joy. “Look at the numbers Barb. Nobody cares what you have to say.” he says. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m gonna write until God tells me something different. God hasn’t told me to stop, but Satan? Everyday.

If he can get us discouraged, he wins. Well….Not Today Satan, Not Today.

Barbara is a Writer, a Certified Letting Go Coach, a Mom to her 17-year-old daughter, a recent Breast Cancer survivor, and she loves God. When she started this Blog in 2014 Letitgocoach was the name that stuck. She enjoys helping people Let Go of what is holding them back from having a beautiful life. Her life is an example of Letting Go and Letting God. You may connect with her via email. Letitgocoach@gmail.com

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Keep Planting Seeds

I have been pondering ‘discouragement’. There are a lot of people out there who are becoming discouraged in life. Mainly, I am seeing writer’s allow it to imprison their gift.

Writing is a gift. For me, it’s a way God can work through me to say something to you. I don’t spend hours developing a Blog, and I don’t do any research, unless it’s to look up a word for the correct usage. It’s just a matter of sitting down in front of this screen, and letting the words flow from my heart, through my fingers, onto this keyboard.

It’s Springtime, and this always makes me want to plant a garden. This house came with a fenced in area for that purpose. I gaze out my kitchen window, and imagine seeing raised beds full of veggies. My father was a gardener, and I’ve had gardens in the past.

Today, I have no desire to tend to it. It a lot of work, and combine that with the Texas heat, and it’s a big, ‘no thank you.’ I’d rather plant seeds of encouragement. As writer’s, we plant a seed every time we click the ‘Publish’ button. The seeds are our words.

Who will harvest our crop? That, we don’t know, but I will keep planting until God tells me different. Just by writing when we feel the urge, and casting it out on the Internet, God has the opportunity to use it. Use the gift God gave you. Keep planting seeds.

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Present Moment, Quality of life, When she became the fire

Yesterday and Today

Yesterday had some fabulous moments, like my daughter getting her septum pierced, which I will eventually write about in more detail. I felt a little off most of the day, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Once we returned home, I sat on my bed, and read.

I picked up my Kindle to read a Daily Meditation that I had not read in a while. It’s by Melody Beattie, entitled, “Journey to the Heart.” Daily Meditations on the Path to Freeing Your Soul. My bookmark revealed it had been several weeks since I had read it. So much for ‘Daily!’

It is a captivating read, and very soothing to the soul. Once I caught up, and saw the page was on the actual day, (yesterday) it spoke volumes to me. She was talking about timing.

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I am learning with writing, you cannot, “Make it happen.” I write for the pure love of it, in hopes of encouraging others along their path. It’s not something I have to think about, it’s a part of me. Yesterday, Melody’s words made me ponder the ‘timing.’

“Watch the surfer as he works his way out to sea. See him watching the waves, waiting for the right movement, the right timing, the right swell. Sometimes the wave comes quickly. Sometimes he has to tread water patiently for a long time, waiting and watching before he can ride the wave.”

She goes onto say, “Ultimately action will not get the job done any soon. It will simply waste your energy and send you back to sea, waiting for the right wave. Focus on your goal, muster all your forces, and head out to sea. Then wait patiently for the right time, for the right energy, for the right wave.”

So we consistently lay our hand to it, and wait on God’s timing. The right wave will come.