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!

God, Present Moment, Small Town Charm, When she became the fire

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.”

God, Present Moment, When she became the fire

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

God, When she became the fire

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.

Present Moment, Quality of life

The First Sentence

I opened a letter from the imaging center where I had my most recent mammogram. The words filled the entire page, but after that first sentence, I didn’t need to read anymore.

“We are pleased to inform you that the results of your recent breast imaging exam(s) show no signs of Breast Cancer.” This last letter was the opposite of the first one I received exactly one year ago. The first letter told me the exam saw Cancer, and the last one said, “End of story.” There was a beginning, and an end, but my story is far from over.

Some of the journey is documented here, but who you see today is the woman on the other side. How did I survive? Through love, and God. That is also what you read about here.

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In the same way the first sentence of that letter caught my attention, so will the first sentence of a Blog. I’ve been reading a lot of Blogs recently, and they show me who I used to be. I’ve had the privilege of being a lot of what I read. The Entrepreneur, Motivational Speaker, Stepford Wife, Preacher/Teacher, and those roles helped create who I am today.

Even though I may not fully see her yet, I know where she’s been. I don’t write long Blogs, because after about 500 words, I lose interest, and imagine you would too.

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Do you ever wonder why you’re here? I have been thinking about that a lot, and I don’t really know why. All I know is, God opened this door three years ago, and here I stand.

I love to write, and am working on two books to be published. I want to give you something to hold in your hands, write in, and highlight different colors. Using a Kindle, or tablet is all fine and good, but it’s not the same highlighting a screen, as it is a paper page.

Seeing who you’re not anymore, helps you along the path of who you want to be. Every circumstance has strengthened my character, and my relationship with God. Sitting here I am reminded of the first sentence of an Ed Sheeran song. “I gave all my oxygen to people that could breathe.” Been there done that. Today, I can tell you how good it feels to breathe.

meBarbara is a Writer, 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 beautiful, and an example of Letting Go and Letting God. You may connect with her via email. Letitgocoach@gmail.com

Present Moment, Quality of life

How God Works

There is something about getting ready for bed, and purposefully not setting an alarm. I didn’t set my alarm lastnight, and my body woke up when it was ready. It was still early though.

My daughter is coming home today! She has been gone for a week. Her father took her to Denver, CO to see snow. I believe she saw some, and I’m sure she had fun, but she will be glad to be home. Traveling is good for us, but there is no other feeling as walking through the door of your home.

I’ve been listening to Ed Sheeran’s new album, Divide, the entire time she’s been gone. It’s been a healing experience for me, and very nourishing. Listening to it has created a more peaceful space for her to walk into. Not that is wasn’t peaceful before, but now it’s moreso.

I will run the vacuum, and go to the grocery store before she gets here. What used to be mundane chores, I look forward to them today. It’s the people I will meet while out doing what needs to be done. Stopping by a couple of my favorite shops along the way, maybe buying a candle, or some flowers, and spending time with the people that run the shops.

God has used me in the craziest instances while I’m out and about. Once, on my way out of the grocery store, I spotted a lady in front of me. She had a cart full of groceries, and was trying to safely maneuver it to her car, while talking on the phone. She sounded rather stressed, and said to the person on the phone, “I forgot Ziploc bags!”

I rarely buy Ziplock bags, but that day, I had bought two boxes. I swiftly pulled my cart along beside hers, and handed her a box of mine. She almost dropped her phone!

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That is how God works. If we are attentive to what He places in front of us.

My to-do list today, looks much different from years ago. I don’t have things that ‘need’ to be done, or ‘have’ to be completed. I ‘want’ to run the vacuum so my daughter doesn’t see the floors covered in grass from the traffic in and out of the house. It brings me great joy when she walks in and says, “Gosh! The house smells so good!” Candles…lots of candles.

Glancing around at my candle supply, they look pretty sad. Almost all used up, so I have a shop in mind to pick up a new one. It’s not about the candle. God knows how much I love them, so that will get me in the shop. It’s about the lady who works there.

She has a friend that recently had a double mastectomy, and she has been helping her through her journey. There is a lot of negativity in her journey. She is looking at what has been done ‘to’ her, instead of what’s being done ‘for’ her. My friend knows about my Breast Cancer Journey, so I can shed a positive light on it, and lift her spirits.

People need replenishing. John 14:4 says, “But those who drink the water I give will never be thirsty again. It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life.” Spending quiet time with God, and listening to music replenishes me. I have time, and my friend doesn’t. She may not have time to sit at the well, but I can bring it to her.

Barbara is a Writer, 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 beautiful, and an example of Letting Go and Letting God. You may connect with her via email. Letitgocoach@gmail.com

 

 

Feel the Music

Feel the Music (Overcomer)

I have been waiting all day for an inspiration.

Listening to the radio, and paying attention to every song, but nothing resonated.

I was calling it a day, and stretched out to read some Blogs from my WordPress community. As I was reading a Blog written by simplemesimplelife, I cannot even describe what came over me. She wrote a beautiful Blog, learning about Letting Go, and you can read it here. In the last paragraph, she mentions me, and refers to me as a kindred spirit, and an overcomer.

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I was overcome with emotion that she would mention me, and refer to me as an Overcomer. My darling friend, thank you for inspiring me for tonight’s song.

I have not thought of myself in that way before, but that is what my Blog reveals. The star of my story is God. Whatever it is you may be going through, I know He’s not gonna let it get the best of you! Turn them speakers up, and remind yourself. You’re an Overcomer!

Present Moment, Quality of life

My Kinda Stupid

This has been sitting in my drafts for a couple of weeks. Some moments in life can cause us to look stupid. Maybe it just took time for me to share my stupid.

This has become the big laugh in our home. When you hear the whole story, you have my permission to say, “Stupid gurl.” Lol

But you know I am gonna get a God lesson out of it, and that is what I really want to share. It all started when I gave my dog a bath.

We live in this 1940’s Farmhouse, and the tub has the original lever built in that closes the drain. It also has a manual stopper that you press down to stop the water from leaving.

After my dog was bathed, I unplugged the stopper from the drain, but it didn’t drain. We’ve had a lot of rain recently, so I thought maybe it was clogged with mud from outside. I asked my landlord to look at it. He said it was clogged so he unclogged it, but my tub still wouldn’t drain. You see how I asked for help, but even that didn’t fix my problem?

I took matters into my own ‘fix it’ hands, and drove down to the store, and came home with a bottle of Drano. Following the directions on the back of the bottle, I was already looking forward to my shower. I poured half the bottle down the drain, and waited.

My daughter is very particular about following directions on the back of bottles. Especially toxic chemicals, so I told her I wouldn’t plunge it. It says not to on the bottle, but oh, how I really wanted to! I had been waiting, so I wanted it to unclog right now!

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I was sitting on the side of the tub, and I remembered it said to pour hot water down the drain. My mother used to heat the water in a kettle, because the water coming out of our pipes are not heated to the intensity to scald us, so I heated up a kettle of water.

As I was doing this I was realizing that I don’t want to get to a point in my life where God has to do all this to me for me to obey. The Drano, scalding hot water, and please don’t plunge me! There have been times where I felt stupid, because I didn’t want to see the reality of the situation.

God has used the plunger on me before, but I hope I have learned enough that He doesn’t have to do that today. Actually, I hope I don’t allow myself to become clogged again.

As I was sitting on the side of the tub, I noticed the old, built in lever was pointing upward. I didn’t recall messing with the lever, but I must have because it had moved. I didn’t think the lever would close the drain on this old house, but I guess it had enough strength left in it to do just that.

I reached over, pressed it down with one finger, and all the water went rushing down the drain. How simple was that? Every time my landlord asks, “How is your drain? Is it still doing okay?”, I laugh outloud at how silly the entire ordeal was, but it made me realize how difficult I can make life, and how simple it is to just go with the flow.