tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67076993340061958082024-03-14T05:49:08.085-04:00Abundant Grace Along the WayWith each day that passes, I am recognizing the need to speak those things that bring joy, teach lessons, authenticate feelings, and make me who I am - a girly girl who loves all things pink and pretty, laughter, and my Lord who gives abundant grace each and every day of my life!Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-24161301667435556292017-03-01T12:34:00.000-05:002017-03-01T12:35:49.237-05:00And two years later....<span style="background-color: white; color: #76a5af; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>At one point, I thought this blog would serve as an on-going electronic journal of my life but I never really was disciplined enough to write on a consistent basis. There was a period of time when it was a little easier because my story needed actual written words to be real, even to me, and then I'm pretty sure I didn't want to see those words for a while. You keep thinking life will settle down, drama will become a distant memory, and.....</b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So March 1, 2017 arrived at about 12 hours ago and for the first time that I can honestly remember, I was grateful that a month was over and done with. February, 2017 was not an easy month. I've lived long enough to recognize the blessings and gifts that come in the midst of hard times, but those hard times seemed to hammer our hearts pretty regularly for 28 days. Here is a glimpse of what our month looked like:</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">February 1 - spent the evening with my BFF supporting her as we watched her daddy prepare to meet his Lord and Savior.</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">February 12 - spent the evening saying goodbye to two people who have become family to us as they prepared to head towards Johns Hopkins Medical Center in Baltimore the next morning, desperate for help for an incredibly special 10-year old little boy with several medical and emotional issues.</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">February 12 - we got word my husband's brother passed away in South Georgia</span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b style="background-color: white;">February 13 - the most awful flu I've had in 35 years took me out in about a 30 minute window.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b style="background-color: white;">February 14 - 15 - 16 - Completely out of the game with the flu - in the bed trying to survive :) while still taking care of our fur babies because my husband was in south Georgia attending his brother's funeral. Also, texting and talking with our loved ones in Baltimore who were going through horrific issues trying to get treatment </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b style="background-color: white;">February 18 - we noticed our beloved dog, Lacie's "rear-end parts" did not look right and made an appointment on Monday with the vet</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b style="background-color: white;">February 20th - vet appointment. Lacie has anal gland cancer - we probably have about a month with her. Hearbroken.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b style="background-color: white;">February 22nd - one of my closest friends winds up in the ER with on-going GI issues but is sent home after receiving fluids, etc.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b style="background-color: white;">February 26 - she goes back to the ER and is admitted and is still there as they attempt to find answers.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b style="background-color: white;">February 28th - our "family" in Baltimore calls to say that insurance has quit paying for treatment and they are on their way to pick up our little buddy even though he is no where near ready to be released. We also get word that my friend in the hospital locally is not responding to medications/antibiotics as they hope. Still searching for answers.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b style="background-color: white;">Thank you, God, for a new month and a new beginning. Through each and every moment of the last 28 days, You have been faithful and you have been enough. We stand on faith that you will create a new thing and we will choose joy.</b></span><br />
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Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-15067798201874250832015-04-28T08:06:00.001-04:002015-04-28T08:06:42.477-04:00Time flies when you are having fun!<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">December 19 was my last blog post - really? I would love to argue the point but the internet doesn't lie. At least, I don't believe the dates lie. I'm confident there are many, MANY lies on the internet - just try googling Elvis Presley and see what you get. I'm pretty sure you can find someone who is certain the King is alive an well!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1) Christmas came and went. We were in our own home for the second Christmas after decades of Christmas times spent in Kentucky. It didn't seem as strange this year but the emptiness remains. I miss my momma and daddy terribly at this time and having no one that can now talk with me about my childhood Christmases is a very significant truth to accept. That said, Stu, Mattie, and Augy were there for Christmas Eve and Christmas morning and we were happy and blessed!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">2) New Year's Eve - the crud overtook me about 8pm that evening and kept me squarely in bed on the big New Year's Day holiday. The end.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">3) Nothing terribly significant in January or February. Well, except, it snowed. This is Georgia people - we document every snowfall with pictures - lots of pictures!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">4) March 1st took me to Austin, TX for a professional conference. I LOVE that city. It helps that my niece and her family are there and they met us at the airport, took me to a fabulous BBQ joint for dinner and then I got to go back to their home and walk around in their sweet world for an hour or so. It was a special time and I can't wait to go back with Mack and spend some quality time with them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The conference was good one on training ad we got to stay at the very recently opened J.W. Marriott downtown which was also a pretty cool treat. We walked around downtown Austin one evening and enjoyed some of the cool shops. Fun fact - the first Whole Foods was in Austin and we saw that landmark as well!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I took a few quick trips to Nashville in March - the first with Mack to help move Stu and Mattie into their new little bungalow home. So cute and so much better for them than being in an apartment with their little family. A few weeks later I went back for Mattie's baby shower and got to spend some time with her and her sweet friends and family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">5) It's April now and here's the scoop on this month. Easter arrived early in the month and we were blessed to have lunch with dear friends who are family. Lacie got a new Easter toy and she may just be the happiest gift receiver in our home. Stu and Mattie celebrated their first anniversary on April 19th and Stu turned 30 on April 24th. I am working to figure out how I'm going to explain it when he is soon older than I claim to be! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So now you are caught up and I know it has been overwhelming to see such an exciting life. </span><br />
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Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-3998751790702581982014-12-19T08:26:00.003-05:002014-12-19T08:26:46.175-05:00till He appeared and the soul felt its worth............<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">O Holy Night has long been my favorite Christmas song. Singing those lyrics at the top of my lungs, I feel the angel choirs joining in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Christmas is less than a week away. December and this holiday season is almost gone for another year. Once again, this year, it has been a different season. My parents are gone, Stu and his family live in another state, we've changed churches, and my heart and soul are finally beginning to grasp this need for genuine rest from much of what I have filled my life with for several years. When I allow Him, God is at work deep within.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am officially on vacation at 5pm tonight until 8am on Monday, December 29th. Stu, Mattie, and Augy will be in Tuesday evening and leave after breakfast on Christmas morning. That means much of next week will be spent with just Mack and I at home. Different - yes, but I am ok with it this. I believe it is exactly what is supposed to happen this year. I want to go look at Christmas lights, shop without stress for a few remaining gifts, eat our favorite foods, savor being at home, and read!</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I believe I am going to find moments to seek Jesus, contentment, and for my soul to find its worth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">May your Christmas be filled with great joy, moments filled with wonder, and an understanding of the gift of the birth of the Christ Child.</span>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-88663833424540580972014-12-02T08:38:00.000-05:002014-12-02T08:38:03.078-05:00Still thankful.....<h1 style="background: white; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #632423; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #632423; font-family: Papyrus;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #632423; font-family: Papyrus;">“Suppose for a moment
that God began taking away from us the many things for which we have failed to
give thanks.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #632423; font-family: Papyrus;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #632423; font-family: Papyrus;">Which of our limbs and
faculties would be left?</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #632423; font-family: Papyrus;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #632423; font-family: Papyrus;">Would still
have my hands and my mind?</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #632423; font-family: Papyrus;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #632423; font-family: Papyrus;">And what
about loved ones?</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #632423; font-family: Papyrus;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #632423; font-family: Papyrus;">If God were to take
from me all the persons and things for which I have not given thanks, who or
what would be left of me?”</span></span></h1>
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Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-14729241279777283042014-10-29T08:19:00.000-04:002014-10-29T08:19:04.637-04:00Something to write about.......<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I keep waiting for something really worthwhile to right about - something that I will want to remember as I look back years from now. Not much happening in that way right now and I am beginning to realize that I need to write about THAT! These days are gifts and I know that much more now than I did many years ago. You have to walk through fire in order to appreciate the coolness of the air around you at other times. You have to see the faithfulness of God in your hardest moments in order to recognize His presence</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> in calm days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1) I am so excited that it is going to finally be sweater and boot weather this weekend. My favorite outfit in the world is my favorite pair of jeans, one of my beloved sweaters, a scarf and boots. I also got a sweatshirt from work that I love. It is amazingly soft and not too heavy. I am not normally a fan of sweatshirts - they just aren't girly enough, but when I added the plaid scarf - I was pretty happy. The fact that it just screams fall doesn't hurt either.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">2) That can also be a challenge because when you finally find your favorite brand of jeans (Vintage by Nine West), you tend to buy them frequently "just in case you can't find them in the future". You can also be called out for having a sweater obsession.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">4) I made chicken and dumplings this weekend. They were from scratch in my book. In yours, maybe not because I will own that there were canned biscuits and cream of chicken soup involved in the recipe but I had to flour and cut up those biscuits people. Let's give credit where credit is due. They look pretty good, don't they?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">6) This week at work is pretty hard, our kids are going through a few rough moments, and yet I know, we are blessed beyond measure. For those things that challenge me, i can name 50 more that don't so that I am not overwhelmed. Thank you Jesus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-46023918104858991312014-10-22T08:16:00.001-04:002014-10-22T08:16:28.257-04:00In This Season...<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">While it is October 22nd and I am gently grieving that fact that Fall is quickly slipping away, I am doing better this year in slowing down enough to appreciate random moments. Doing better - just that - still so much to learn.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1) Choosing to stay quiet about a random fact that will only bring frustration or anger to the person I am sharing with - even if it seems like a really good story. Most of the time, i am learning that I am simply hoping that by sharing, the person i am sharing with will affirm MY views. I want them to be frustrated or angry right alongside me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">2) Facebook - yes or no? Greatly believing it will soon be a no for me. Two main reasons - I learn very little good from it and what I do learn, most I could find out in other ways. Also, it is simply a time stealer that I allow to rob me all too often of something I find precious and seldom in excess.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">4) I want to start sending birthday cards again - in the mail. Real birthday cards with real writing and a pretty stamp.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">6) I really love my family - they are my whole world. With this new little one on it's way, my boy's first baby, I am so grateful as I realize all over again, that God allowed my heart to immediately accept Augy as our own. This will be our SECOND grandchild - God is so faithful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I think this may be the ticket for me for a while in the blogging department. I'm finding a peace even as I type by putting my thoughts and my heart "on paper".</span></div>
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Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-39452234299495094182014-10-07T08:31:00.002-04:002014-10-07T08:31:39.699-04:00If we are breathing, we are changing...........<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have been known to tell people that the only good thing about turning 50 is that you begin to become more comfortable in your own skin. It is easier to accept who you are while understanding there are still many things you could probably work on a bit more.......</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I've had six years now to become more comfortable and still keeping working. In the last six months or so, I feel as though I've heard God speak to me about the fact that I've done a great job of accepting who I've created myself to be - not necessarily who HE created me to be. Cooking and baking have never been something I enjoyed and I spent nine seasons with amazing young women in a mentoring/Bible study program called Apples of Gold talking about the fact that I am not a cook. Guess what? I am loving spending time in my kitchen these days with my Kitchenaid mixer and I am actually producing baked goods that people will eat! I made some chocolate chip pumpkin bread last week that was really good! Who knew!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Instead of planning a schedule filled with time away from home, I am learning that I recharge best by spending time at home. I NEVER thought I would really enjoy spending time with little kids but there is one little boy who joined our family last year who has me wrapped around his little finger!!</span></div>
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Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-21032194811021588562014-09-10T07:49:00.002-04:002014-09-10T07:49:49.584-04:00Why does it matter so much?<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I've thought about my passion for reaching and investing in young women a lot lately. I feel like I am in a season of life where God is leading me to dig deep into the things that I was created for. I want to make a difference and I want to do it in a way that is honoring to God and to the way He created me. We are in a series at church called "Life Verse" and our pastor has been talking about knowing and using our passions, gifts, and talents. I KNOW my passion is investing and loving on young women. I even know God has gifted me with the ability to form relationships and speak into lives. What I don't know is exactly how I am supposed to do that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lately I've become less and less enamored with facebook. I can't handle the drama, the snide and pompous remarks about every possible subject under the sun, and honestly, I care less and less about what restaurant folks are eating at this evening. On the other hand, I am loving Instagram more and more. I think I like it because I can quickly scroll through pretty and interesting pictures. I can get a snapshot of someone's world and most of the time, I recognize that we put the best of our world out there. It doesn't take an emotional toll on me. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So....here is my challenge and a heart issue for me. Why do I catch myself checking to see how many "followers" I have on Instagram? Why am I frightened to see if this blog is a way God would have me reach young women? Why do we all hesitate sometimes to do the very things we feel called to do? I know why in my case - I am scared deep inside that no one will care and that matters to me much, much more than I want it to matter. I am recognizing lately that the "world" has a pretty serious hold on me. Don't get me wrong, i don't believe God has an issue with us enjoying the things of the world. I believe the issue comes when I don't do something I believe He is calling me to do because I am afraid of what the world will think. I think it is a sin when I choose to follow a way of the world that will gain merit in this life instead of joy in the next life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Social media is one of the very best and the very worst things that has ever happened to us. It allows us to connect with family and friends that don't live close by and that is wonderful and amazing. I am SO grateful that I can see pictures of my family and friends and smile at their joys. Social media, also though, encourages us to compete and keep up with others. It teaches us that we need to be accepted and adored by those around us and I cannot find that anywhere in the Bible. In fact, I am pretty sure the Bible talks about the fact that we WON'T be accepted here on this earth often when we choose to walk out our faith.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">For today, I am going to continue to ponder and pray about this. I am going to pray for God's will in my life to be carried out. I am going to pray that what this world thinks will matter less and less. I am going to pray for courage to reach out, to love, and to invest regardless of what comes from it.</span>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-64589839198180355842014-08-22T08:11:00.000-04:002014-08-22T15:50:34.659-04:00Home<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One simple word - Home. In terms of many of the homes that exist in this world, my home IS simple. We've lived there since 1989 and it is a typical 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom split level, non-brick, non-regulated by covenants home in a average neighborhood in Paulding County where some of the homes are beginning to struggle to even hit the average mark.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">All that said, this place is sacred to me. I cannot wait to get there at night, struggle to leave it on the weekends, and know that in my hardest moments, it is exactly where I need to be. I completely acknowledge the fact that decorating, re-decorating, moving furniture and accessories around on a regular basis puts me in my happy place. I acknowledge that Mack and I each have "our" chairs and also am happy to tell you that it doesn't bother me in the least if someone chooses to sit in "my" chair when they visit. It is a great chair and, of course, they want to sit in it. I can tell you that Lacie, the dog, and Kitty, the cat, waiting for us when we return home in the evenings is icing on the cake. Most of all, though, I can tell you that it is the fact that Mack is there now, Stu has grown up there in the past, and the the stories that have been written in that house are what make it our HOME. It is also vitally important to me that my family loves our home, feels safe and loved within the walls. I want our friends to want to come to our house to hang out. I want them to want to walk through the front door and feel comfortable being exactly who they are and perfectly free to go grab what they want in the kitchen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I put all of this into words because I believe with all of my heart that we each need a place like this. If you are fortunate enough to have a place to call home, do everything you can to make it feel like that safe haven to you. I completely realize that decor and all those fufu things aren't important to all people but something is. There is something that will make your home feel special and make you want to be there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I will tell you that order and cleanliness ARE important. Being able to eat off your floors, never find an item out of place, and no streaks on the bathroom mirror are not important but yes, kids and spouses notice what is important to you. They will recognize that you care enough about THEM to care about what your home is to your family. Make sure there are pictures, physical memories, and whatever else brings joy to each person visible. Figure it out - what would make you want to be there each night? What would make your husbands, your kids, your grandkids if you have them, and your friends want to come to YOUR house for special occasions?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When my mom passed away in December of 2012, I brought home the family dishes, along with some of the beautiful antique dishes she collected. I cannot tell you the joy and comfort I get looking at those dishes - the memories from when they were in my grandparents' home growing up, watching my mom love on them, and being able to hear her say in my mind "you better not ever sell the family ones or I will come back and haunt you". Really - she said that! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You probably can't see my mammaw's green biscuit mixing bowl on the center shelf, or the Longaberger basket from my trip in 2003 to Ohio, or all the cookbooks that remind me of all the trips - but I can and my family can......</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This post wasn't an easy one for me only because it doesn't have a lot of real deep thought and perhaps not a great deal of knowledge to impart. What it does have, is a very real portion of what make my heart content and at peace, along with deep, deep gratitude to God for allowing us to have such a home. I am thankful for it each and every day.</span>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-72791134397941236362014-08-14T10:15:00.001-04:002014-08-14T10:15:13.158-04:00This season<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">2014 has been a season in my life where I am slowly becoming more aware of changes that I need to make in order to live in a way that allows me to continue to grow into the person God intended me to be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If I am vulnerable I will own that it has not been a season for me of staying in His Word, of seeking His wisdom and plan for me on a daily basis. It has been a season of life lived on the surface, of seeking the world's pleasures and "fixes" and of a schedule that has been full but not always satisfying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">God has been speaking volumes to me in the past month about how I choosing to spend my time and I am recognizing that there is urgent need to settle into a quieter, more focused and even secluded time. These words from I Thessalonians 4:9-12 are in front of me even as I type this post:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Paul urges the church to love one another well, to live quietly, to mind their own affairs, and to work with their hands. Those words ring true to me for this season. It doesn't mean that I won't spend time with those who fill my bucket or who I feel God has led me to work to help fill their bucket. Honestly, it means I may do that more because I will do other things less. I want to work hard to mind my own affairs which also means that I MUST spend more time with God to know what affairs are truly "mine". My precious daughter-in-law is going through some difficult times now physically and emotionally which also means my son is walking through those times. This momma wants DESPERATELY to fix this for them and I just knew that if I could see her face-to-face that I could affect the situation. We left Nashville about 9:30pm Tuesday evening and my heart was broken because I did not affect that situation. I believe we brought our son some comfort just by being there but very little else. That was hard for me. I am a fixer and quite honestly, I am a pretty good one. Failing at fixing is hard for me - but I am also pretty sure it isn't my affair to fix so I am praying that God will show me when I am supposed to step in and when I am supposed to live quietly and mind my own affairs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am actually looking forward to learning more about what this will look like in my life. I know it is going to be a season of change as it has already begun as we made the decision to leave our current church and look for one that will better allow us to be part of a community throughout the week. That is a big deal as we have loved the church and the people we are leaving but we have a peace that we are headed in the right direction. There are other changes and wonderful things coming - I know that. God is faithful and He will lead in a direction that is good. I would so appreciate your prayers that I will be still and listen as He speaks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">At times, I so wish God had a blue button I could push and He would immediately answer in an audible voice. Early this week I was having dinner with a precious young woman and talking about how passionate I am about helping her generation realize that they are enough. Who they are is enough. They don't need to be prettier, smarter, more popular, more trendy, thinner, better dressed, better moms, wives, or friends. They are ENOUGH. That does not mean that we don't continue to grow into better people. If you are breathing, there is a great chance that you have room to grow in extending forgiveness, grace, kindness, and love. You can also continue to learn about what colors work best with your skin tone and other mighty important facts but those things should not define your self-worth. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have been preaching those words for the past few years and I firmly believe them. You would think, then, that I would be better at living them myself. My challenge isn't so much my physical appearance any longer (you do learn to live with that aspect of it as you get older) but more my desire to do what God wants me to do and to know that I am following that path on a regular basis. However, since I haven't found God's blue button yet, I tend to try to do many different things in order to find the right things and I wind up lost in the midst of much and unable to find my way to those few things that are my true calling. If I am completely honest, I also struggle with things like this blog and posting on facebook and Instagram - WHY am I do these things? Am I looking for confirmation from those around me or am I truly seeking to honor God's call on my life by putting the stuff out there and not worrying about people seeing it, liking it, following it, and whatever else denotes acceptance these days.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I continue to know that God is calling me to focus, to refine what my calling looks like in action. I cannot be all things to all people. I cannot encourage every hurting heart, praise every good accomplishment, teach every God principle or be everything to all people. None of us can and almost every woman I meet, no matter what age, continues to try. I believe it is one of Satan's most effective tools. I'm ready to call him on it.</span></div>
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Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-63264257565309416442014-07-16T08:22:00.000-04:002014-07-16T08:22:25.411-04:00Legacy Continuer<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I used that term in my Instagram profile and yes, I made it up. I do believe, however, that is is a very real thing. I am a legacy continuer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When my mom passed away in December, 2012, I became an orphan. Both of my parents are gone. I am an only child. Those are very real facts and they are amazingly real to me. Within a few months after mom passed away and I was in the midst of settling their estate, going through or having gone through the papers and things that made up their lives, and knowing that I was going to sell there house, I realized that when it is all over - I will be their legacy. For a while, people who knew them will drive down the street past their house and remember that "Harold and Doris lived there" and those at their church will remember their "pew" :) and that fact that my mom was their Sunday School teacher for many years. Still, after a while, those things will not be remembered. Soon, the only physical reminder of their lives will be a cement rock at Old Salem cemetery in Nortonville, Kentucky.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I want people to remember more. I want them to see my dad's loving heart and generous spirit, my mom's love of pretty things and her ability to manage their money in an amazing way. I want them to see the work ethic they instilled in me and that you should always choose to do the honorable thing. There is only one way those gifts will live on - if I choose to make them a part of my life. They are in there, stored deep in my heart and my soul. Some of them break through to the surface fairly easily and regularly. I have to be careful though, because other legacies are there as well - the tendency to judge too quickly, to be impatient, to see life in a negative way instead of looking for the best. I don't even have to work hard to bring those to the surface. They are very happy to step forward and lead.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mom's birthday was this past Saturday and I guess I think about her more than dad these days. I think it might be because between the time when dad passed away in December, 2006 and mom six years later, she and I grew so much closer out of necessity. Her health was poor and she NEEDED me. She hated that she needed me, but she did. It didn't make it easy and at times, it was incredibly hard, but it made a difference in my life. I miss her more than I ever imagined that I would or could. My dad, well, my dad was my champion and the best father in the world. His influence on my life is one of the greatest gifts I could ever be given.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Back to mom's birthday a few days ago....I've been intentional in looking for her legacy this week. Visual reminders are everywhere in my home, from the beautiful dishes in the dining room to the gold bracelets on my wrists at this very moment. The car in my driveway is a constant sweet reminder as I was able to purchase it after mom died. I also know my dad would be overjoyed for me and my mom would wonder why in the world I traded in her precious Grand Marquis! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Those six things are tall orders and leaving a legacy to include them will only be possible through the grace and mercy of God. I'm going to give it my best shot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When we were about 30 miles outside of Nashville, our son called and asked us to head directly to a local hospital. They had planned a huge surprise when we got to their apartment to tell us we were going to be grandparents and instead, she was in the midst of a miscarriage. We got there, hugged our son tightly, and I headed back to the room where our precious daughter was resting. I had no words. My heart was breaking and I desperately wanted to say something to make it better. I could not think of one single thing. I learned a long time ago to NEVER, EVER say "I know how you feel" unless I really know how you feel. It's insulting and it is dishonoring to the person walking through that hard moment. If you do know how someone feels, or at least something closely related, you have a valuable gift to offer. They can open their heart to you in a way that is so precious. I have a friend who lost her 19 year old son many years ago and she makes a point to visit parents who lose children close to that age. She is able to offer them something unique that most of us cannot - she can offer hope for the future. Hope that the day will come when they will be able to breathe again without mind-numbing pain, hope that the world really will go on. She can do that because she has lived it. If you haven't lived it, you can't tell about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We still had a good weekend and I am beyond grateful that God allowed us to be there for this weekend. That is one of the challenges that comes from being in different states - you can't always be close enough to hold on in the physical sense. That said, we all need to be certain our relationships are strong enough to hold on in a distance. You never know when you are going to need to grab and hold on for dear life. We are firmly anchored in our little family and I am looking forward to the day when we will celebrate!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Bathroom stall etiquette is definitely a teaching that has been sorely lacking in many of today's young women! :) Working in the Grand Chalet at WinShape Retreat in the summer involves sharing the Women's restroom with several college-aged young women. There are three stalls in the bathroom - the first two are regular ones and the last one is a bit larger and equipped for physically challenged individuals. If you go in and no one else is in there, you have a great choice - the first or the third. Do NOT take the middle stall because if someone else comes in, they have no option but to plop down next to you. If you come into the restroom and someone is in the first or the third stall - take the other one (first or third). Again, do NOT take the middle stall and plop down next to someone else if it isn't absolutely necessary. The middle stall should always be reserved for when all three stalls are in use and there are no other options. Think about it - doesn't it drive you crazy when you are in the middle of a parking lot with open spots all around you and someone parts in the spot RIGHT next to you?? See, it is the same thing with bathroom stalls. Think about that the next time you walk in a multi-stall facility. :)</span><br />
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Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-14840719732794187482014-06-17T08:17:00.002-04:002014-06-17T08:17:25.188-04:00Continuing to try........<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">These past days have seen a slow beginning of progress in my desire to slow down and simplify. I still haven't figured out why my life feels so busy even now. Stu is grown, married, and living in another state. Our church commitment is once a week on Sunday and Thursday evenings for our small group. There are no Bible studies, PTA meetings, parents needing care, or any other real pressing need. Still, I feel like I seldom slow down enough to enjoy just doing exactly what I want. My mind races ahead to what I have NOT done yet, what I need to do next, and what I would love to do if I ever had the time. Seriously - I've got a problem, people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I believe in seeing truth. My truth is I am gone close to 60 hours each week for work. Commuting 48 miles each way does add time away from home. It's a choice I consciously made and continue to choose, but the time away is a real thing. There is truth in the fact that in order to commute those 48 miles, I leave my house by 6:30am in morning which means I go to bed at night at 9pm. Again, the truth is I don't have as much time at home (while I am awake) in the evenings as some folks. Still, there should be more margin that there is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There is also truth in the fact that I have become addicted to all things connected to my iphone and ipad. I will look at facebook, Instagram, play games, and randomly look at other things rather than reading a book I love, studying God's Word, playing in my home, working in my flowers, or other things that bring me joy AND margin. The sad part is I honestly don't know why. I've prayed about it and asked God to help me change that habit. I've prayed - but I have stubbornly refused to actually do anything about it - until now. The truth is also that I can extremely stubborn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm beginning to recognize the challenge really is mine and I am intentionally putting those "i" devices down. I am reading the Mitford series and loving every single word. I am going to buy some purty new flowers this weekend that include day lilies (which my daddy loved) and peonies (which my momma loved). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mack and I are also making a real effort to slow down our lives, our random spending, and see our blessings. Last night we grilled chicken at home, and I CHOSE to eat outside. That is huge my friends. Outside isn't a word I even use in the summer! There are bugs, heat and that horrible word "humidity". Humidity is of the devil. But, we did it and I thoroughly enjoyed it. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It took me about two minutes to try to make the table attractive with bright color because, well, that makes me happy too.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Being outside also meant we were not sitting in front of the television, we didn't have our "i" devices handy, and we were forced to actually communicate. It was awesome and so relaxing. Baby steps but great ones. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I read a quote many years ago that continues to grow me. "It's the journey that makes the man. Getting to the top is an extra reward." I am pretty sure my friend, Patti, made it up because you can't google it and find an author but still, the journey is an enjoyable one right now.</span>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-70827846770347079792014-06-09T08:31:00.000-04:002014-06-09T08:31:00.377-04:00Learning to See<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Good morning!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's a brave new beginning of the week! As I've mentioned to myself before, I have a tough time "hearing" from God at times as far as discerning His will for my life. I know that He has given me a passion to love on and mentor young women - I just am not certain how I am supposed to accomplish this amazing gift of a passion. I know how to encourage one on one, to do lunches and dinners together, to give hugs, and to just listen. I know those are all part of the plan, but I don't know if there is more. This blog is a one of the things I am uncertain of - is it another tool I can use? I am seeking answers even now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This past Friday, I had a returned graduation card/gift sitting on my desk as I tried to find out where I went wrong on the address. I happened to look at the address label and immediately thought "I need to be grateful that I have a return address to print on a label." So many do not or if they do, they barely have it - they don't know if they can pay the rent or the mortgage this month, if it is safe to go home to that address, or if they have the strength to meet the coldness they are greeted with. In that moment, I glimpsed what I take for granted in every moment and I recognized that I am "learning to see." I am learning to see the gifts God has abundantly given to me. I walked through my front door - another gift. I was walking into a home I LOVE. I pulled the clothes out of the dryer (I HATE laundry!) and recognized how grateful I am to have an abundance of clothes to wash, dry, choose from, etc. I moved cans around in the kitchen cabinet searching for the baked beans last night - so much food....... You get it. I know. Still, I know that I get it for today but tomorrow I will get complacent again and I won't get it so this month I am going to try to focus on learning to see. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lest you think I spent the entire weekend being noble in thinking only about gifts, I also had a great weekend finding the most precious devotional and sunglasses that are both aviator style AND tortoise shell accented(!), baking a red and blue cake, and living life with framily which included some awesome chicken tenders and frozen yogurt. Yes, I am that girl with the very exciting life. :))</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Have a great week - I hope you are learning to see as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-40349540751807513362014-05-28T08:12:00.001-04:002014-05-28T08:12:50.669-04:00Gagging on Fancy<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This past week I began re-reading the Mitford Series by Jan Karon. I read them in the late 90s and early 2000s and loved every single book. In a perfect world, I would live in Mitford and visit The Local for my groceries, see Winnie anytime I needed a special cake, and certainly do my best to make friends with Miss Sadie and learn from her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I finished the first book last night and I believe I can hear a choir of angels celebrating for me. I have loved to read since I was a child. My first big book was in 3rd grade when I read "The Wind in the Willows" and I've been reading ever since....until the past few years. Something shut down deep inside of me while my mom was so sick and dying, my husband was having major surgeries, my son was moving to another state and getting married, and other big ole life changes. I lost the ability to sit still for any amount of time and concentrate on one thing. Instead, I have stalked social media, played mindless games on my phone and iPad, and generally walked around puzzled about the whole thing but unable to figure out how to fix it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">God and I have had some serious conversations about the this condition of mine since not reading has also included pretty much not reading my Bible in depth nor other books that would help my spiritual journey. He has been patient with me and helped me to be patient with myself and in the past few weeks, I have begun to recognize small changes and the beginning of being able to return to myself. In total honestly, I've done something else for the past several months - I've shopped. I've bought pretty much anything (within reason) that my little heart saw and wanted. I have seriously indulged in abundance - enough to make you gag. Really. Gag. Finally, I've begun to make myself uncomfortable which has been a glorious beginning of God at work in me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On Saturday morning, I was reading "At Home in Mitford" and came upon a comment by homeless Hobbs. Homeless Hobbs is a former advertising exec from NYC who walked away from it all and moved to a little one room cabin deep in the woods outside of Mitford. He lives on next to nothing and desires nothing more than he has. When Father Tim asked him how he got to this place, he replied "sometimes you have to gag on fancy to appreciate the plain." Something broke free in my heart when I read that. My heart rewrote his comment to be "sometimes you have to gag on overabundance to appreciate simple and "enough" again". THANK.YOU.JESUS.FOR.HELPING.ME.TO.GAG.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Contentment is growing, my "things" are becoming less, my heart is healing, and my God is cheering.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">More soon - I need to make sure I put the second Mitford series books on a table where I can grab it tonight!</span><br />
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<br />Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-58963792653573665792014-04-11T08:23:00.000-04:002014-04-11T08:23:15.480-04:00One Week Away...<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">....from the official beginning of the wedding weekend! My baby boy is getting married next Saturday and the following Thursday, he will turn 29. From the beginning of those 29 years, I've known this day would come and unlike some moms, I've looked forward to it. I genuinely have never seen it as losing him. I don't know why it never occurred to me - maybe because I have enough faith in our relationship to know it will withstand whatever tests come. Maybe we have been fortunate because our family has walked through really hard moments together and we know we will finish still standing. Don't get me wrong, there have been a few times where they only way we have still stood is by linking arms, supporting each other, and not allowing the wounds that threatened to take us down win. Still.we.stand.and.I.love.my.boy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But, for the next week, I am going to work very hard not to lose my mind, to stay calm as we finish up the thousands of last minute details, and most of all, I am going to try to live in the moment and celebrate each one of them. You only get to do this once and I want to savor it. I want to be grateful and rejoice that God has allowed us to walk through this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'll keep you posted!</span>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-33614649937840407522014-04-02T08:41:00.001-04:002014-04-02T08:41:17.146-04:00Let the sun shine, let the sun shine, the sun shine in.............<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The week of March 31st has begun and there have already been several BIG events....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1) We used our grill on Monday evening and I forgot how much I love GRILLED chicken, assuming, of course, that it has been in a good marinade first 'cause let's face it, chicken on it's own is pretty bland. The thought of burgers, hot dogs, steaks these next month are making me very, very happy!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">2) I started pulling my sandals out of their clear tubs under the bed AND wearing them! I would live in sandals all year long if it were a possibility, but even in Georgia, from about October through March, it just doesn't work. Of course, I realized that I would live in sandals but I would also want to wear my cool boots too so maybe colder weather has a purpose. Actually, I know it has a purpose because my sandals would look rather funny with my jeans and sweaters which is the outfit I would live in all year long if I could. In the end, I've got to give props to God - we do need all four seasons!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">3) I washed my car last night in my very own driveway. Growing up, we always washed our cars at home but I've run mine through the car wash more times this past year than I want to admit. The daily rain last summer was a huge issue for home washing but I still need to own the fact that I've been kind of a slacker on that front. Last night was awesome as I realized that I realized it was even more white than I remembered once I got that bottom layer of dirt off - the one the car wash never seems to get.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I don't know about you, but I've felt that way a few too many times in recent months. If you haven't figured it out by now, I am one who will push and fight and go as long as I can possibly go in my own strength to make the way smooth and perfect for my family, and if I am honest, for myself. I.like.things.to.work.the.way.they.are.supposed.to.work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What is more embarrassing to me is that I KNOW my own strength isn't sufficient, I KNOW how desperately I need God's strength, I KNOW trying to do it on my own is a form of arrogance and pride, and I KNOW how to counsel others to let go and let God............I just haven't figured out how to let go of my own stuff. And so, God continues to love me through it and to show me that His faithfulness is unconditional and enough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's March 27 and three weeks for this coming Saturday, my baby boy is getting married to girl of his dreams. I cannot speak the words that tell you how faithful God has been to allow my heart to already adore this young woman. I love her, I want to protect her and make her world pretty and safe. I want her son to know that he can always count on us and that we will move heaven and earth to make sure he too is safe and loved. I want.........to do it all on my own again. Sigh. Sorry.God.I.just.keep.messing.it.up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, I am getting ready to do something I haven't done in at least two years. I am taking a four day weekend with no plans written into it except getting my new washer/dryer on Saturday which is a most wonderful thing and the only thing that will keep us from having to buy yet more new underwear, and I am going to rest and be still. Don't get me wrong - there are many, many things I hope to accomplish but I am going to rest while I do them. I am going to do my very best to be still and to allow God to fight on my behalf. I am trusting in Him and believing He is able.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I will let you know how it goes. By the way, who knew two white metal things could make one girl so very excited!! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's a new year and we are already 22 days into January, 2014! </span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A year dealing with and learning how to live without my parents here on this earth any longer and waiting for the call that meant I needed to head to Kentucky.....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, back to the fact that it is 2014 and I want this to be a year full of days spent in the present, savoring what is, not what was or what is going to be. There IS going to be a wedding in three months and there is planning to do for that, but still, I want to live in the moment now. I want to breathe deep, recognize the abundance that is my life, and take the time to give thanks for it all. </span></div>
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Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-22389863553292194972013-10-24T09:22:00.001-04:002013-10-24T15:21:44.830-04:00Slowly.........<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">October 24 - 24 days into October. Seven days left to go. It.went.too.fast.again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Still, in 25 days, there has been progress in my quest to figure out what I really want, and actually need, my life to look like. I KNOW I have to find a way to live more in the moment, to let go, to energize myself with time doing what I love, to allow others to just be, and most importantly, do all of this so I will be a much brighter light for the one who saved my soul.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I've learned so much about God's faithfulness these past few years in my hardest moments. In those moments that break us to the core of our soul, He is there. Period. Always. Without fail. Probably more amazing to me, and certainly more humbling, is His faithfulness to me now. These are the moments where there are no real scary issues for my family, our blessings are numerous, and life is basically calm. This is when I know He is faithful, His love is unconditional, and His grace absolutely covers me. You see, in these months, my faithfulness to Him is lacking. I seem to wander through the days, not settling down long enough for meaningful time and conversation with anyone, much less my Lord and Savior. The hardest part - I can't seem to be an overcomer in this area right now. I will vow to do better, pray for help, and then wander through the next day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I buy books, download devotionals and podcasts, listen to podcasts, pray throughout the day at random moments, and know I am less than whole because of this lack of real, carved out time of relationship. I need time spent reading His word, reading amazing literature that grows my faith, journaling prayers and praises, and just resting in Him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Today is a new day though, there is time in the day to start. Today.</span>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-76884098408095167072013-10-01T08:15:00.001-04:002013-10-01T08:29:33.681-04:00Seriously, what happened to September?<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It is October 1st - seriously? A few years back, I began to thank God for specific days. You know, like "Thank you God for Monday, September 30 2013". I said those words yesterday and actually began to choke up. Totally threw me for a loop - did not expect that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In some ways, I think I've just thought it would be a good idea to get this year over - get through all those "firsts" again. Still, I just don't think I thought it would go SO fast. I also LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Fall. I wait for it beginning January 1st of every year. Every year I also make a deal with myself to slow down and really enjoy the fall days. Every year, I wake up and it's December 1st and fall is done. This year was going to be different - my life looks different this fall without mom and her care. There should be time. Tell that to September - totally gone and I didn't even really know it was here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can give you many reasons why October and November will feel the same way - lots of life going on, a wedding to help plan (that is a whole 'nother post), and a house that was full before I brought home a whole lot of what was in my parents' home. So.much.to.do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Truth - I am not at all sure how I will do this month with my choices but I am going to try. I desperately want to slow down, live in and cherish the moments, and just be grateful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Enjoy the moment!</span>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-67396186418727718212013-06-20T14:23:00.000-04:002013-06-20T14:27:07.051-04:00Summertime<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 25px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="color: #e69138;">"As schedules shift, so must our souls. And as my soul takes a deep breath in, I remember how it could be like this all the time if I wanted it to be. Not the schedule part, but the centered part. There is a strong stillness deep within me, the place where God lives. He is not pulled in ten thousand directions and in him, neither am I.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">And so we welcome June because we must, because to press on as we have been doing hurts too much.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">Instead of fighting the change in schedule, I want to let summertime be my sacred companion."</span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her words about shifting schedules in the summer hit home with me. Stu is 28 and living in another state and I no longer work in the school system, so I honestly can't say the summers are really that different than any other season - and yet they are. There is something about summer that begs us to slow down, to relax and enjoy life, to regroup. As I mentioned in my last post, I'm there. I'm at the part where "pressing on as we have been doing hurts too much". I am actually thankful to be here - it helps you make the decision to change, to take the deep breath, and begin to find my way back to a pace and quality of life that allow me to find the centered part of my soul.</span></div>
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Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11755384804288206472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707699334006195808.post-23588084503644394552013-06-18T10:33:00.000-04:002013-06-18T10:33:08.486-04:00Healing, Simplifying, Slowing Down,....<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I've hesitated to write lately because I want to write something fun - something upbeat, and not another post about hard days. Honestly, most days aren't that hard, they just seem overwhelming. I realized a few years back that when I am struggling, I overwhelm easily. That is my symptom that I am not in a good place. Symptoms are good things though - they allow us to recognize when we need to do something differently.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm almost six months into grieving losing my mom, going through that last year of anxiety and stress, and watching it all end in one great big miserable, horrific mess. Six months of living with regrets that I killed myself making sure I wouldn't have. Mind you, you can regret something even though you know that you know that you did your dead level best. God has continued to be faithful to a woman who has been anything but faithful in her daily walk with Him. I'm not talking about doing major sinning, I'm talking about not drawing closer to the One who is sufficient. I'm talking about basically not getting close to anybody or anything, but just living days that are pleasant, but not risky. I'm talking about not loving God will my whole heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I went home to my parent's home a few weeks back. You have to do that when all of a sudden, their home, stuffed to the gills with their lives and their memories, is now your home. What an amazing gift mom left me - pieces of her are in every corner that is filled with pretty things, jewelry, antique dishes and silver, used plastic bags, outdated canned goods, and, of course, clothes! It was healing and it allowed God a moment to assure me of His plan in all of this. It allowed my heart to begin to settle. God.is.faithful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now, it really is time to begin to slow down, simplify, and heal. I am looking forward to being more intentional in planning time with those who fill my bucket, and not so much with those who don't. I'm actually writing down what drawers, closets, basements, etc. are going to be organized and purged and they will be done. I am going to read again - some of those books that have been piling up and begging for my attention. I'm going to open the pages of "Sacred Rhythms" again because that book speaks to my very soul.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Finally, I am going to write and journal this part of my story and maybe, just maybe, I'm going to let those who fill my bucket read it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His mercies are new every morning and I am claiming them!</span></div>
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