Spiritual Gifts

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

Plant in us an humble mind,
Patient, pitiful, and kind;
Meek and lowly let us be,
Full of goodness, full of Thee.

According to my Pastor, we all have three spiritual gifts. Two of these gifts are extremely easy for us, but the third, that's the one that depletes us. Do you know you're spiritual gifts? My three, in the exact order, are: my blog, my crocheting ministry and my servitude/duty. 

I love writing and never realized just how much until I began this blog back in 2011. It's not something that is a hardship in anyway, but I feel I have to write about my journey with cancer, spirituality and my role in it. I originally began writing for my children, but ended up continuing this blog to inform people about life with cancer. I was so uninformed and naive when first diagnosed that I didn't want others to feel the same way. There are many hurting pe…

A Bird Of Any Other Name

Everyday is a brand new day, 
                                                                         everyday is a journey.

Are you a night owl or an early bird? It was this question posed by an old friend that sent me off into reflection. It seems that nowadays it doesn't take much for me to go off into lala land. Boy, am I getting old!

I, no longer am able to stay up all night nor exist on just four hours of sleep. I like my sleep. I need my sleep. I think back to my youth and wonder mystically how in the world did I stay up all night and work the next day existing on a few hours of sleep. Those days are gone.

I need rest and plenty of it. Some could say that my cancer has worn out my body and I believe it could be true. My age has definitely something to do with it, too. There is a difference in me since my last treatment. I have slowed down quite a bit.

Although, there is a distant part of me that longs for …

That Yellow Post It Note

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                         everyday is a journey.

The seed ye sow another reaps,
The wealth ye find another keeps,
The robe ye weave another wears,
The arms ye forge another bears. --Percy Bysshe Shelley.

I found myself this morning, rummaging around in my small file boxes looking for my vacation schedule. The things I find in the process! Old notes and letters that I've held onto for whatever important reason at that time. Now it just escapes me. It was there, among all these so called important papers that a small post it note stared up at me.

I have nothing left, but my tears. 

My own handwriting. What on earth could have been happening to me during that time to evoke such a heart wrenching sentence? There was no date and I definitely have no recollection of writing it. Yet, I know it is mine.

It would be normal to assume it had to be written during one of my treatments, b…

Just Plain Bitter

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

Was the trial sore?
Temptation sharp? 
Thank God a second time!
Why comes temptation but for a man to meet
And master and make crouch beneath his foot,
And so be pedestaled in triumph? 
Pray"Lead us into no such temptations, Lord!
"Yea, but, O thou whose servants are the bold,
Lead such temptations by the head and hair,
Reluctant dragons, up to who dares fight
That so he may do battle and have praise. --Robert Browning
You know, if I didn't get cancer, I'd be pretty bitter. Bitter at the world. Bitter at my life. Bitter at my family and friends. Just plain bitter. 

Bitterness needs to be spit out as soon as possible. You can tell right away when you have it. It sort of just sits there in the pit of your belly. Spit it out quickly before wrath settles in and begins to smolder. Wrath is like coal where all it needs is a small ember to fuel that anger and bitterness. Next thing you know…


Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rang the bell,
What would you buy? A cottage lone and still
With bowers nigh,
Shadowy, my woes to still,
Until I die.
Such pearl from 
Life's fresh crown
Fain would I shake me down,
Were dreams to have at will
This would best heal my ill,
This would I buy. --Thomas Lovell Beddoes.
Being thankful is easy when things are looking bright, but how do you become thankful when times are thirsty and dry? We all have been there in both situations. When we are in our dry spell, we forget about all the great things God has done for us. The same goes when it's vice versa. I'm sure my post would have been much different in the dry spell. That's just the truth. 

Remember that saying misery loves company? It truly does. Whenever I'm having a really bad day, I never know when to stop it. I just keep piling on the negativity until it su…

Over The Summer

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

And there came up a sweet perfume
From the unseen flowers below,
Like the savor of virtuous deeds,
Of deeds done long ago. --Mrs. Southey.
What a truly wonderful Summer it has been! I don't think I've enjoyed myself this much in years! The weather is perfect. I mean, I couldn't have asked for better temperatures. I believe now that my hot flashes are done, I can enjoy myself even in the nineties. 

I find myself resting more than ever. I sleep in majority of the time and rarely get up at the crack of dawn, unless I have to for an appointment. Nights have become more difficult with my tossing and turning, my legs swelling up and aching. Could it be all the storms? I don't know. I do know that I'm tired of trying to diagnose myself. It's time to visit a doctor.  

Otherwise, it has been a leisurely Summer. No doctor appointments, except for Emily's orthodontist. The onl…

3 Little Girls

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

He who plants a tree, he plants love;
Tents of coolness spreading out above
Wayfarers, he may not live to see.
Gifts that grow are best;
Hands that bless are blest;
Plant-life does the rest!
Heaven and earth help him who plants a tree,
And his work his own reward shall be. --Lucy Larcom.
There are three little girls living across the street from us. Their ages are like a series of steps, 3-4-5. Adorable! I love watching them play and interact with one another. Their mom dresses them almost identical. They all wear dresses or all have pigtails or all wear shorts. What I really, really love about them is their relationship with their father. 
Their father, by all accounts, looks like a man from the wrong side of the tracks. His appearance would frighten some people. He has piercings, tattoos, long hair and a cigarette dangling from his lips. Yet, when he comes home, his little g…