Tuesday, July 31, 2018

July Is Over

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




Oh, there are heavenly heights to reach
    In many a fearful place,
  Where the poor timid heir of God
    Lies blindly on his face;
  Lies languishing for grace divine
    That he shall never see
  Till he go forward at Thy sign,
    And trust himself to Thee.
A. L. WARING.


With July almost over, I'm surprised just how quickly it passed. It wasn't exactly how I envisioned it to be. Even at work, the management claimed it would be the slowest month ever with many days off due to no work available. They even wanted to switch our work schedules around to accommodate the loss of orders. I'm glad we didn't agree to it, because it wasn't the slowest at all. It was okay, but not excessively slow. 

I made plans to take advantage of this so-called slowest month ever to take care of things forgotten or shoved aside. I think I did pretty good considering how wrong they all were. We did a lot of clean up in our apartment, especially the painting of the kitchen. I'm truly happy with that. 

We also re-vamped the Crocheting Ministry and the direction we wanted it to go. We are always moving forward, adapting to the various changes that we are faced with daily. I'm not very technically intelligent or I would do more with this blog. Maybe, one day.

The end of July signifies the close end of Summer. A new Season will be here and we need to prepare in whatever way necessary to face the coming onslaught of change. Are we ready? Will we be happy with these changes? Or not? Only time will tell. 

I'm never upset when the Seasons change. I'm always hopeful for the future and that it will even be better than the last. Which one was the best? None were the best and none were the worst. I liked them all, the good and the bad. There is always a lesson to be learned and I'm willing to take on whatever happens. After all, I am a daughter of a King!

Have a blessed day everyone. 

Monday, July 30, 2018

Some Days . . . .

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




Serene will be our days and bright,
    And happy will our nature be,
  When love is an unerring light,
    And joy its own security.
W. WORDSWORTH.

Some days just don't turn out well at all. It doesn't matter how much you may want to turn it around, it just continues to go downhill. For me, usually those kind of days always seem to be Fridays. Never been able to figure out the why.

Don't get me wrong, it did start well. I got up early and headed out the door. The traffic wasn't too bad nor the construction. Even the rain held off the entire time I was at the doctors. A good start. Things changed the minute I entered the parking lot elevator. It got stuck maybe 30 seconds after we began our descent. Boom! We're not moving. 

There were four of us. A grandma, an adult daughter and a teenage son, along with myself. Let me tell you something. Women can handle anything. We didn't even panic, but immediately pressed the emergency button. The young man, well, he didn't do so well at all. No matter how much the mom and grandma tried to calm him, he was having none of it. He wanted off right now! The service person came immediately as if he was standing right by the elevator door. The rescue didn't take too long either, maybe 30 minutes. 

I was late for my appointment by ten minutes. They in turn made me wait a good 20 minutes to call me into the doctor's waiting room. Another 45 minutes before the intern of the month came to see me and another 15 before my oncologist finally showed up. Of course, my relationship being what it is with her, I told her of my wait. She looked at the intern as if she had no idea the appointments were behind. I shouldn't have complained, because she wasn't exactly gentle during the examination. The intern, I mean.

Then I waited in line to make all of my future appointments. There's another oncologist visit, a Mammogram and a Ct. scan. Then they wanted me to wait another Lord knows how long for the lab work. It was already close to noon and I had to get to work by 02:30 p.m. There just wasn't enough time, especially since I wasn't even dressed for work. 

Mind you, I got up at 05:30 a.m. and headed out by 07:30 a.m. for a 09:20 a.m. appointment. All of the above took too much time and suddenly it was noon. I drove home and finally made it in by 1 p.m. Grabbed a quick bite, changed my clothes and headed back out for work. Next time, I'm taking off work, because I do not want to be rushing like this again. I'm way too old for that now. 

Work was no better. By the time I finally walked into the apartment around 11:15 p.m., I was done! Literally done! My feet hurt! I was extremely tired and I went to bed almost immediately only to toss and turn all night. That's another story. It's called the arthritis story. And how was your Friday?

Have a blessed day everyone. 

Sunday, July 29, 2018

The Sabbath Day

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


Thy presence fills my mind with peace,
    Brightens the thoughts so dark erewhile,
  Bids cares and sad forebodings cease,
    Makes all things smile.
CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT


Today is the Sabbath and for once, I woke up feeling refreshed and thankful. Last night, I actually slept pretty well only waking twice. My arthritis has been acting up and sleeping has been terrible. On a worst night, I could wake up six times (I counted). That's pretty bad, but not last night. 

I find that I need the pain to make me remember to be truly thankful on the days when it's not there. I feel good, real good. Would I have appreciated this feeling if it was everyday? Unfortunately, probably not. We seem to forget the good things, painful moments lingering right on top.

For Emily, Sundays are basically work days after Church. That leaves me alone for the remainder of the day. I usually spend it catching up on things like e-mails, crocheting projects or blogging. The afternoon quickly turns into the evening and suddenly the Sabbath is over. It is a quiet day. 

For almost every Christian and non Christian out there, Sunday has been that quiet day before the workday. After Church (Christians),  families usually share a meal together with friends or other family members. The rest of the day is spent casually watching a movie or game. The nonbelievers sleep in or take in a workout. No other day during the week is so free of traffic early in the morning like the Sabbath. 

What do you do on your Sabbath day? Do you begin that day giving thanks to the Almighty for all your blessings? It's never too late to start. 

Have a Blessed day everyone. 

Saturday, July 28, 2018

A Crocheting Fest

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





The heart that trusts forever sings,
  And feels as light as it had wings,
  A well of peace within it springs,--
    Come good or ill,
  Whatever to-day, to-morrow brings,
    It is His will.
I. WILLIAMS.


How do you relax? What are your vices that you turn to when in distress? When I need to unwind, I take out my crocheting hook and yarn. I turn on my favorite Netflix show or movie and go to town! 

In the past, I would go into seclusion for an entire weekend. That's not possible anymore. I am lucky if I can have a few hours in the afternoon all to my craft. I look forward to the day where I can spend every evening before bed crocheting my heart out.

With all that has been going on around here, I took an afternoon while Emily went off to work to have a mini Crocheting Fest all by myself. The entire wall of my bedroom was piled high with boxes of all sorts. It definitely needed to be cleared out one way or another. 

My arthritis has been acting up big time and that has prevented me from crocheting. Whenever the flareup happens, I have a hard time sitting for long periods of time. It's kind of hard to crochet standing up, you know. 

The solution came in the form of a cabbage. We were really doing an experiment of sorts. There has been a lot of information streaming on social media about wrapping cabbage leaves on your inflamed joints with saran wrap. So Emily wrapped my legs with cabbage. Let me tell you, it was a sight to be seen. My lying on my back with both my legs in the air as she went to work nurse style! We laughed so hard! 

So far it seems to be working where I can sit at my desk, write this blog and do some crocheting watching my favorite detective series on Netflix. Oh well, the things we do.

Have a blessed day everyone. 

Friday, July 27, 2018

In Anticipation

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





Calmly we look behind us, on joys and sorrows past,
  We know that all is mercy now, and shall be well at last;
  Calmly we look before us,--we fear no future ill,
  Enough for safety and for peace, if Thou art with us still.
JANE BORTHWICK.

Having spent the morning doing laundry, I wondered how I veered off course so much. I know, it's called laziness. I've always held dear to doing my laundry the minute a load was available. No, I wasn't going to spend my day doing load after load. What am I doing this morning? Laundry. Oh, we so easily fall off our own pedestal. 

I've been feeling lazy in the mornings, not wanting to get up, but stay in bed. I tell myself, my legs are hurting so it's okay, but I know I'm just avoiding the chores. Not only have I fallen behind on laundry, but in my car are boxes that need to be mailed out, more stuff brought in and a bag of yarn not delivered to one of the ladies. Heaven forbid if I ever have to give someone a ride, they would have to sit on top of all this stuff. 

Yesterday, I had for lunch at work a salad made with all ingredients from the Farmers Market, except the dressing. Even the hard boiled eggs that I sliced into it were from the chickens on the farm. it was simply delicious. I find myself waiting in anticipation for tomorrow's shopping day. I really wish I could live like this always, having my own garden and growing my own veggies. 

I'm so done with living in the city. I look forward to the time when I can live among the cornfields. Isn't that silly? You know what isn't silly? I won the coloring contest! I'm sure it was just a raffle, because if you would have seen the other  contestant's entries, you would have thought I shouldn't have won. I haven't gotten my prize yet, but as soon as I do, I'll share with all of you.

Have a blessed day everyone. 

Thursday, July 26, 2018

The Room

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



Since trifles make the sum of human things,
  And half our misery from our foibles springs;
  Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease,
  And though but few can serve, yet all can please;
  Oh, let the ungentle spirit learn from hence,
  A small unkindness is a great offence.
HANNAH MORE.

If one were to look in my bedroom right now, one would think a bomb exploded in it. In fact, I'm thinking of renaming this bedroom and just calling it the room. There is nothing in here that looks like a bedroom except for a piece of furniture,,,,,the bed/futon. 

 Oh, I'm not complaining. This is my craft room, my bedroom and my office. If it becomes packed with stuff, it's a good thing. That means I have yarn and plenty of donations to deliver. That's a blessing. 

Although, I have been thinking of somehow making it work a little better for me. Making a change in the layout of the furniture and getting rid of the large futon for a twin bed. It is a little overwhelming, because I know that when we try to clean out a mess, we create another.

I dug in with a determination to make this room work better. Once I started moving things around, it really wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Things really went smoothly and the transition looked comfortable. It also looked neat. . . . . for about two days. Then everything went haywire once again.

Sigh, the problem is that I have a lot of crafts and I need space. I need a separate workplace, but until I get one, I'll just have to buckle down and get cracking with crafting!

Have a blessed day everyone.


Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Being Green

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



When I have the time so many things I'll do,
To make life happier and more fair
For those whose lives are crowded now with care,
I'll help to lift them from their low despair
When I have time.
When I have time the friend I love so well
ays,And cheer his heart with words of sweetest praise,
When I have time.
Now is the time! Speed, friend; 
no longer wait
To scatter loving smiles and words of cheer
To those around whose lives are drear;
They may not need you in the far-off year:
Now is the time.


I've always felt different and when I was a little girl, I felt that difference more than any other time in my life. Coming to America from a Communist country, I couldn't have looked more opposite from my fellow neighbors. My name was strange. I mean, who ever heard of the name of Lottie back in the 70's? There were Anne's, Laura's and Susan's, but no Lottie. In fact, that's when I made the decision to name my children the most common names ever, Joseph and Emily. 

Even now, being a Christian sets me apart from a lot of people. Not because I'm so much better, but because I have different views on politics, morals and life in general. That's fine. I've never had the urge to belong to a clique of any kind. I am me and have always been fine with being me. 

Today, I have been told is the big lotto day. People from everywhere are buying that big ticket that will win that big money. That's fine. I have nothing against anyone who goes out to play lotto or goes to the casino. This post is not about hating on people who do. I see nothing wrong with any of it. 

I have no desire to play. This is somehow strange to people around me, especially at work. Why wouldn't I want to spend a dollar or whatever the cost is to play? I mean, you could win with that one ticket! Again, you can play all you want, it's just not me.

I am very content with what I have and what I do. My Crocheting Ministry brings me much joy and deep satisfaction. I feel like I have a purpose in life. The same goes for this blog and the chronic illness group. I don't need anything else, let alone money. This seemed to be very difficult for them to understand. What seems even harder for me to believe is the fact that I never approached them about their belief in playing, they approached me. 

I know that somehow I have disappointed my fellow co-workers in not buying that lottery ticket. Somehow, I know they think that I am crazy and stupid. That's okay, because I like being green.

Have a blessed day everyone. 


Tuesday, July 24, 2018

A Peaceful Day

                                                                                  Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                                   everyday is a journey.
  
O Breath from out the Eternal Silence! 
blowSoftly upon our spirits' barren ground;
The precious fulness of our God bestow,
That fruits of faith, love, reverence may abound

.G. TERSTEEGEN.


For the first time in a very, very long time, I missed my Women's Bible Study. This may not seem like such a terrible thing, but I just don't do things like that. Commitment means a lot to me and there are times where I make myself push through to get there. Since my radiation, I have days where food can make my colon a little weak and I become sick. Not a very pleasant topic to talk about, but it happens to me. It happened this morning and I didn't make it to Bible study.

A huge guilt came over me. Why didn't I push through this time? I could hear these words whispered in my ear. Not for long, though, because almost immediately another voice whispered louder. It's okay to rest. I think we all have a difficult time with the word rest. We don't know how to do just that. I'm learning and that guilt is getting smaller and smaller each time. I'm getting older and so is my body. 

It was a beautiful morning today, not too hot nor too damp, just perfect. I love having my windows opened and dread the day the humidity comes back. I'm grateful for air conditioners, but there is nothing like a cool breeze. What started out as a disappointing morning quickly turned into something lovely. Three letters came in the mail, two from friends and one from one of our children in the Philippines that we sponsors. That's a blessing. 

I want to point out that the poetry above is there basically as a reminder of a special teacher I had in High School. She was my literature teacher and everyday she would write a short poem or verse of the day on the blackboard. I knew nothing of poetry and a lot of the sayings were foreign to me. A penny saved is a penny earned. My family has been in the U.S. only for under ten years and I never heard things like that. I fell in love, especially with the poetry and quickly in my Sophmore year signed up for a class. The only problem . .. I don't memorize any poetry like many people do by heart. I'm glad you are enjoying it as much. 

Have a blessed day everyone. 



Monday, July 23, 2018

Random Facts About Me


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


 

Then, O my soul, be ne'er afraid,
  On Him who thee and all things made
    Do thou all calmly rest;
  Whate'er may come, where'er we go,
  Our Father in the heavens must know
    In all things what is best.
PAUL FLEMMING.

FACT
I am a people watcher. I love to sit in the back where I have a perfect view of the entire room. I don't like to sit with my back to people, but the other way around. One could tell a lot about someone just by quietly observing them and their behavior with others. The person that we all see sitting on their front porch, knows everything that goes on in their neighborhood. Anything goes down, go directly to them to find out. I could see myself sitting on that front step, crocheting, of course. 

FACT
I am a homebody, finding refuge and solace in my own created sanctuary. If I could stay here hidden in my little cocoon, I would be the most happiest. One of my secret dreams is to find a small little place where I could garden and have internet, of course. It's also my number one struggle as a Christian, because we are made to be in a community. I continually push myself not to be that recluse that I desire so much. 

FACT
I have a tendency to sit in my car when completely exhausted or wanting some alone time.This is my prayer closet, my reflection time or I just want a breather. I could turn on the music, lock the doors and close the windows. No one could get in unless I let them in. No one could hear me, either, so I could be as loud as I wanted to be. I could be me. 

FACT
I have a weakness for chips or basically anything made from potatoes, but mostly chips. Don't buy or leave a bag of chips near me. They will disappear immediately! Pringles are my favorite. Costco actually has a huge box one can buy of Pringles! I walk past this aisle holding my breath the entire time. If I could walk with my eyes closed, I would. Every time my eyes stray, I can hear Emily saying to me, no way Hosea. Keep walking, lady. She knows that if I ever bought that huge box, I would eat that huge box!

Have a blessed day everyone. 


Sunday, July 22, 2018

Baby, It's Damp Outside

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

Whatsoe'er our lot may be,
    Calmly in this thought we'll rest,--
  Could we see as Thou dost see,
    We should choose it as the best.
WM. GASKELL.

It is damp outside. The moisture hanging heavily in the air anticipating more rain any minute. It has been raining on and off since Friday. The sky is overcast and the temperatures have dropped quite a bit. The cooler weather is welcomed here. All my windows are opened and I'm enjoying the breezes coming through. 

I wish I could say the same about my joints. Nothing but agony, pure sheer agony. I am doing everything to ease my discomfort to no avail. I don't think I can do anything except wait it out. This is my cross to bear. My grandma Berenice always said that we all have a cross to bear in life. None of us are exempt. 

So I have spent my rainy weekend catching up on writing, some Ministry work and definitely cleaning up my paperwork. No matter how many times I clean up the drawers or files or that junk drawer, it gets messy in a blink once again. I think that's why God provides us with days like these where they are way too muggy or overcast to do anything else. We have no choice, but to tackle all those tiresome chores.

Today's supper a simple homemade version of a veggie sub on a freshly baked baguette. Fresh garden basil, tomatoes and romaine lettuce from the Farmer's Market along with other veggies. It doesn't get better than this. Enjoy your Sabbath. Enjoy your time off on this rainy day.

Have a blessed day everyone. 


Saturday, July 21, 2018

Time Goes On



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


 What Thou hast given, Thou canst take,
  And when Thou wilt new gifts can make.
    All flows from Thee alone;
  When Thou didst give it, it was Thine;
  When Thou retook'st it, 't was not mine.
    Thy will in all be done.
JOHN AUSTIN.


Going through my papers, updating my address book, I couldn't help wondering what has happened to a lot of the people on our list. Somewhere along the way, we have lost contact with one another. They moved, we moved. They went on to other things, we went on to other things. Where and how did the separation happen?

We all say the same to one another: We'll keep in contact. We'll visit one another. We'll get together real soon. I'll call you. We say these things and yet, rarely go through with them. Why? We become busy, lost in our new job or home or life. We forget. Soon one week turns into a month and that turns into several. 

Time goes on.

The place hasn't changed much in the last six months. The waiting room is still packed with new faces. So many people are dealing with cancer. So many people are in pain. So many people. Life goes on whether we are here or not. People get sick, some get healed and some die. We meet so many people along the way on our journey we call life. How many of them will I meet up with in Heaven? Such a sobering thought. 

Walking through the hospital corridors on my way to the parking elevator, I look at the different faces that pass me. Will we ever come into contact again some time in life? Or are we just mindless bodies walking indifferently past each other never to do so again? 

Time goes on.

Have a blessed day everyone. 




Wednesday, July 18, 2018

The De-Cluttering Begins

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



Leave God to order all thy ways,
    And hope in Him, whate'er betide;
  Thou 'It find Him in the evil days
    Thy all-sufficient strength and guide;
  Who trusts in God's unchanging love,
  Builds on the rock that nought can move.
G. NEUMARK.


So the kitchen is painted and we are left with the realization that somewhere along the way of us living here we have collected way too much stuff. I don't know how this happened. . . again. I know that before we moved here, we de-cluttered plenty! So what happened? Well, it's a problem we all face. We get rid of some things and end up replacing it with new things. Definitely not what we set out to do a few years back. 

With so many things going on around here, many of them uncertain, we have decided to prepare the only way we know. It's time to make order in our home. Start at one end and work our way to the other. Slow and study wins the race. Another reason for that is to keep our minds off the negativity. There is nothing worse than our minds running wild with things that will probably never happen. Busy hands and busy minds.

There is a slight difference with this de-cluttering. Before, we threw out many things that were chipped, rusted out and not in such a good condition. This time, we are seriously choosing a select few items based on two questions: 
1. If we were to move right now into our more permanent home, what would we take with us?
2. What are the very, very important things in our life that have to come with us no matter where we go?

These two questions change everything. You see, many things here are only here, because of the now. If we were to move elsewhere, they would not come with and we would upgrade. We haven't upgraded on many things like a new living room set or a large flat screen television. You get the point.

No matter how you may choose to de-clutter your home, what is important here is communication with the people living with you. You don't want to be throwing out someone's things without their approval. Before we did anything here, Emily and I sat down to discuss the two questions above. If there is any doubt to an item, I'll wait until I can ask her. It's important to remember that what is a treasure to me, may not be a treasure to her. And vice versa.

Have a blessed day everyone. 

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

A Coloring Contest


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



So here hath been dawning another blue day;
  Think, wilt thou let it slip useless away?
  Out of eternity this new day is born;
  Into eternity at night will return.
T. CARLYLE.

Sitting here at my desk this very early morning, I couldn't help but smile. I'm coloring while listening to my daily podcasts of various preachers. What a picture I must make. A woman in her fifties coloring like a little girl. 

My work has sponsored a coloring contest among us employees just for fun. The winner goes home with a survival kit of some sort. There are three coloring pages to choose from, but only one entry per associate. Why not? Being a single woman, I could always use a survival kit. I wonder if it involves a Bible?

I always enter any fun contests that the Company has for it's employees. Some have included the monthly policy and community contests. I have won a few of those, mostly because people don't enter. You have to play to win. 

This isn't the first time I spent a few hours coloring. My friend, Cindy, has given me an adult coloring book while in hospital. I've never realized how relaxing it is to just sit still and color. One's mind and body total in unison, total peace. I need to do this more often. We all do.

What a lovely morning. The heatwave finally subsided and a light breeze came through the open window. I could hear birds singing as I colored. Lovely, just lovely. I could just imagine my friend, Maureen, sitting outside in the sunshine painting her watercolors. I could sit there with her. Each of us quiet, lost in our own moment enjoying the peace and serenity around us. We all deserve a moment.

Have a blessed day everyone. 


Monday, July 16, 2018

Looking Back On The Month

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


Then every tempting form of sin,
Shamed in Thy presence, disappears,
And all the glowing, raptured soul
The likeness it contemplates wears.
P. DODDRIDGE.

There are two more weeks in my Bible study. This has been one of the longest studies I have done. Besides the 11 weeks, there were three days that were cancelled due to the Church having other activities. All in all, from start to finish, it will be 14 weeks total of studying Beth Moore's David. I'm sorry to say this, but I will be glad. 

This has been one of the most emotional studies I have done. There was so much passion in these chapters. It dealt with joy, anger, jealousy, hatred, betrayal and remorse. I feel emotionally drained from all this familial distress. Whew!

Surprisingly, things have been going well around here. The year itself has been disappointing with both of us sort of standing in one place. It's amazing what we can achieve while being stuck. We pretty much have been paying off our debt, each of us her own. The kitchen is organized and painted. My room also looks pretty decent and I have been straying into the pantry next. Now, that's a big job!

For all the humidity that we have had this month, I'm exhausted from it, but thank the Lord we have air conditioning. How did people survive before it? I'm also learning how to adjust to all this humidity pressure and it's effect on my arthritis. What's a girl to do except deal?

Have a blessed day everyone.


Time Management

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




O Shadow in a sultry land!
    We gather to Thy breast,
  Whose love, enfolding like the night,
    Brings quietude and rest,
  Glimpse of the fairer life to be,
    In foretaste here possessed.
C. M. PACKARD.



Time. .. who wouldn't love more time? I certainly would. Every time I hear a sermon on time in Church, I feel ashamed, because God truly has given us enough time in one day to do all we have to do. It should be sufficient for us, but somehow we are never happy. 

If you have followed my journey here on this blog, you have read many of my posts on my lack of time. I'm always searching for better organizational methods in improving time management. I've made several charts to aid in my goal. I have even made schedules of activities. I've tried several, but always ended in failure. 

After all these experiments in organization, scheduling and time management, I have learned an important lesson. You see, for any of it to work, I would have to give up some things. I can't think of anything that I want to give up. I love doing Ministry, my blogging and my chronic illness. I have high hopes of doing more, so how am I to give up? Even work I can't give up, because I need an income.

Gaining more from our time here on Earth has become a great occupation of many authors and experts who claim to have it all worked out. Well, more power to you. One can't schedule a special moment that came from out of nowhere. I'm getting older and organization isn't as important as it was once. Now I'm more into enjoying the time I do have and spending it smelling the roses. If I miss a blog post, because I'm too tired or perhaps met a friend for lunch, so be it. Life goes on whether I'm in it or not.

Have a blessed day everyone. 

Friday, July 13, 2018

Resting Easy

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





How couldst thou hang upon the cross,
  To whom a weary hour is loss?
  Or how the thorns and scourging brook,
  Who shrinkest from a scornful look?
J. KEBLE.



Rest is something that none of us know how to do. We juggle multiple tasks like a professional, but only for a time. I have seen through my Chronic Illness Group that sleep and rest is something far out of reach. Good sleep and good rest. Eventually, our bodies give out either by exhaustion or sickness.

I can always tell when my body is exhausted and rest is required. I don't fight it. I've long accepted that I no longer have the stamina I once did. It doesn't take much for me to be feeling worn out. 

Emily came into my room this morning inquiring about this weekend's activities. Well, Farmers Market on Saturday and Church on Sunday. That's all? Yep, that's all. I totally understand her confusion. There is always somewhere to go or something that needs to be done. Well, not this weekend. This weekend, it's all about home and rest. Believe me, there's plenty to be done here, but more in a leisurely pace.

Matthew 11:28-30 


28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

What are the rest of you doing this weekend? As for me and my house, we will be resting!

Have a blessed day everyone. 

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