Godly Decisions: A New Church Home

So many times God will send His words to our hearts through the life of another… this is one of those times. Thank you, Julie.

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It takes a while to get settled in a new city. There are so many new places to discover and explore. New routines must be developed such as finding the neighborhood grocery store and post office. We’ve also had to make some difficult decisions like which doctor or dentist we should go to. Some exploring has been fun, like finding new restaurants, but the most challenging place to find has been a new church home. This was necessary for us to feel completely settled, and develop a sense of belonging and purpose. Of course we could have stayed members of our previous church and worshiped on-line, but there are Biblical reasons to belong to a local church.

  1. The Psalms guide us to God’s dwelling place. “How lovely is your dwelling place, Lord Almighty,” Psalm 84:1. Also, Psalm 26:8, “Lord, I love the house where you live, the place where your glory…

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I want to be an “oak of righteousness”…

loan-oak-treeI want to be an oak tree.  Standing. Straight. And. Tall.

But more than being an oak TREE, I want to stand STRAIGHT and TALL because of what God has done for me.  “a planting of the Lord for the display of His splendor.”  Isaiah 61:3

Now… let’s back up a little bit…  I’m going to tell you straight up here.  HERE.  I have no idea where I am going with this post.  Just so you know.

As I wrote yesterday, I have been broken lately.  I’ve been running round in circles.  NOT. SMART.  Instead of running TO God, I’ve been running in circles.  Like a dog.  A dog chasing its tail.  A dog chasing its tail but never quite catching it.

dog_chasing_tailBut isn’t he cute?  It’s NOT cute being broken, though.  It is NOT cute chasing after all things BUT God.

For several months now I have been chasing my tail.  I have been trying everything except the things God has been putting into my head, into my heart, into my mind… is that stupid or what?  I knew what He wanted me to do.  I knew what I wanted me to do.  I was going to get around to it.  When the time was right, I would get around to it.

I went to Dollar Tree searching for one.  I went to the grocery store thinking they’d have it.  Suddenly I realized I already HAD one… round tuitIt isn’t round, though.  It is rectangular in shape with thousands of pages.  In fact, I have several of them.  The “Round Tuit” I have been needing is my Bible.  And quiet time.  And prayer time.  And listening… listening to God speak.

I guess there comes a point in life when you get sick and tired of being broken.  SICK.  TIRED.   I came to the breaking point a few days ago and the tears started to flow… really flow… they wouldn’t stop.  Then He spoke to me… COME TO ME.  SIT WITH ME.  LET ME LOVE YOU, MY CHILD.  Yes!  He spoke that clearly and that loudly.

There is an author.  Her name is Suzanne Eller.  She has written other good books but right now this book is GREAT.  It’s title is, “The Mended Heart”.  I have heard all kinds of speakers on the radio and t.v. and internet talking about brokenness.  I have heard all sorts of stuff about how we get to this point.  FINALLY.  Somebody speaks/writes/teaches/leads us OUT of the brokenness!!!

So I will hold onto God’s hand and trust Him to lead me out of this pit.  I don’t have to stay here another moment.  In fact, from the very moment … the AH-HA Moment that happened yesterday… the pit has disappeared.  God has put me on a path that leads me to a place where only HE knows.  But He has promised to NEVER leave me nor forsake me.

I leave you with this for now…  Isaiah 61:1-3

“The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim GOOD NEWS to the poor.  He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion – to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.  They will be called OAKS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.”

To be WHOLE again.  To have a PURPOSE again.  Those are some of the desires of my heart.  But my #1 desire is to be God’s Girl.  I was on His mind when He sent His Son to this earth.  When Jesus spoke in the synagogue in Luke 4:18-21, I was one of those persons sitting in the synagogue.

Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, help me stand…  I love you, Lord…

You Love Me Lord 005Amen.

A huge departure from my “normal” here…

I’ve been obviously absent from my blog for some time now.  It wasn’t intentional.  I’ve been distracted.  Apparently my blog isn’t the only part of my day from which I have been distracted and unintentionally obviously absent…  life has been hurting.  It’s been hurting A LOT.  Sooooo… here we go…  how could I be so stupid?  How did I not see what was happening?  Trust me, all of this blabbering WILL start to make sense… eventually.  So here “we” go.  Stick with me.  Or don’t.  I’m trying to heal here and nothing makes sense today.

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Dear Heavenly Father,

Today, 7/11/2015, I put every bit of my faith, trust, hope in you.  This pain I am experiencing is not from you.  I know that.  You are the Great Physician.  You make all things new.  You bring healing.  I admit that I’ve tried everything else when I should have turned to you.  Please forgive me.  I love you but even more so YOU love ME.  Facebook, phone calls, emails, none of them are as healing and powerful as you.  I’m not coming to you today just to feel better.  I am coming to you because it is where I belong.  It is where I am supposed to go.  It is the right thing to do.  Your word says you will NEVER leave me nor forsake me.  I am so sorry that I have been distracted & unfaithful to you.  I’d like to say it won’t happen again.  You know me.  It will happen again but I’m really going to try to turn a new leaf.  Now let’s see where you lead us together.


Stay tuned… please…

When Father’s Day Hurts

No words to add…

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For most people Father’s Day is made of sugary sweetness; of crayon-adorned cards and handmade gifts, of close embraces and tender words, of silly ties and lazy lunches and unapologetic kisses.

For most people it is celebration and affection and gratitude in great supply.

For most people it is their heart’s warmly welcomed house guest.

But you are not most people.

For you Father’s Day is a fresh bleeding, the reopening of a persistent wound; an unwanted, uninvited rude reminder of something beautiful you had and lost or of a long-kindled dream that finally died for good.

It is a vicious calendar intrusion of regret and grieving and anguish—and it’s hard as hell.

I want you to know that someone understands.

I want you to know that I see your deeply buried hurt, the nagging pain you keep so well hidden, the steady stream of tears you wipe way in secret.

And I want to give you permission to feel it all today; every bit of scalding anger, every fist-slamming moment of heavy sadness, the…

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Happy Birthday Gloria🎈🎈

I still can’t believe you did this, SSSS… you are a precious gem in my world.

Wonder Of My Worlds

Today, Saturday May 30th my friend Gloria was presented to this world!!!I am wishing you a beautiful year filled with love, laughter and good health! I hope that you are spoiled today! A kind soul like yours deserves nothing short of a perfect year with many more to come. I hope your birthday is as amazing as you are Gloria💜

Please check out Gloria’s blog athttps://grammyg53.wordpress.com

Have a nice weekend everyone 🙂

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It has FINALLY ARRIVED… THE DAY we have all been longing for…

HAPPY LOONEY JUNE!!! Let the pizza and donuts roll 🙂 After all, that’s why they are round, right?

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They’re tiny, they’re toony, they’re all a little looney!

The calendar has flipped to June 1st, the pizza has been ordered, the fireworks have been going off, and I am more excited than Porky Pig at a comedy club. It’s here, kids. It’s here. The best holiday that no one knows about is finally here!


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I hope you’re ready to get a bit looney for the next 30 days!

But first, I just want to say something about Porky Pig. Ever notice how he is basically the Donald Duck of the Looney Tunes. Like Donald, Porky also wears a blue shirt, red bow tie, and no pants! What!?

I’m not posting a side-by-side comparison of them on here because neither has pants on. This isn’t that type of blog. But look it up!…

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Quandary … or however you spell that word that means “kerfluffle”…

I’m in a huge kerfluffle or that other word that I am not sure I know how to spell correctly.  Talk about spelling… since I don’t know how to spell “misspell” correctly, I just say… spelled it incorrectly.  But once again I digress.  I’m good at digressing.  I’m also good at babbling.  Which should be 100% obvious here right now!!!  Anyhow.  About the kerfluffle.  Is that even a word?  I ask that question A LOT.  We used to call made up words “Gilisms” but that’s for another day.

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I have been hungry for a Three Musketeer bar for DAYS now.  DAYS, I tell you!  Not just a candy bar.  No “any old” candy bar will do.  I am specifically hungry for a Three Musketeer bar.  The funny thing is this.  Since I went through chemo, I don’t even LIKE chocolate.  Before chemo it was like a food group to my body.  Now it tastes like eating acid.  Not that I ever truly have tasted acid.  But I can imagine… I’m good at imagining.  Oops.  Another digression.

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So my kerfluffle is this.  I would have to get dressed tonight (I am NOT sitting here naked.  I am ready to crawl into bed!) and get in the Tundra and drive somewhere to buy a Three Musketeer bar.  Heaven forbid if I would actually WALK to the little convenience store about a mile away.  Or ride my bike!  That would take exercise.  This is getting ridiculous.

my bike(This really IS my bike!  Isn’t it cute?)

Anyhow, I DO have a Betty Crocker fudgy brownie or is it fudgey brownie mix.  If I made them, I’d have enough chocolate treats for the next two weeks.  Which is a perfect amount of time… but that’s another digression.  But I would have to do all of that measuring and mixing and spreading and baking and the timing.  OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS… it tires me out just to think about all of that work!!!

fudge brownies

Sooooo I guess what I’ll do is drink a glass of water.  With a handful of M & M’s.  They’re left over from Christmas.  HAHAHA!!! That should really satisfy my longing for a Three Musketeer bar.  Right?


But THAT my friends is a topic for another day.  Right now I am tired after all of this thinking.

Why I Served


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Young people join the military for various reasons. I loved my country, but I had ulterior motives for joining the Navy – a free education and the opportunity to travel. Many join the military to take advantage of such benefits. However, once in boot camp I was immediately introduced to the military mindset. I was immersed in a new lifestyle of honor, integrity, and courage. I emerged from an eight-week training cocoon not only proud to have the opportunity serve, but feeling blessed to have the privilege to serve with people of honor. It changed me – forever.

Throughout my first tour my love for this country deepened, and so did my love for my fellow service men and women. I wanted to give back to the country that took a chance on me. I proudly reenlisted several times and celebrated with others who chose to do the same. I…

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Memorial Day…

Please do not think I am un-AMERICAN if I don’t participate this year.  Don’t get me wrong.  In my heart I am thankful for all who have served our beautiful country of The United States of America.  I am thinking of those families who have the names of loved ones engraved upon The Wall and other monuments throughout our capitals and home towns…   And I am thinking about my beloved Gil.  A LOT.

Gil proudly and VIGOROUSLY served our country for nearly 21 years through his service in the United States Navy.  The stories he would tell me were laced with his love for all things NAVY!

One of these days… and SOON… I will share with y’all “The Story of Gil”.  Nudge me and remind me sometime soon, please?  Today isn’t the day to wade into those waters…

Anyhow.  Today is the first Memorial Day I will spend without him since we first met that magical day in January of 2010.  I always fussed over him when Memorial Day would come around.  He was so uneasy with the fussing.  I can still hear him say to me in his VERY Southern drawl, “Quit making a fuss.  I’m not a hero.”  But he was MY hero.  He chose to serve.  He chose to serve when others were dodging the draft.  He served with dignity and honor.  He IS my HERO.

So, please forgive me for today.  And when you are thinking about those who went before us… please remember my sweet, precious, loving Gil.  You’d have loved him so much…

I love you, Babe.  And my heart still bursts with pride over you.

xoxoxx  shrimper

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Gil NTC Orlando Gil salute Mr and Mrs at last patch Valentines Day 2014