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My life seems to be whizzing past. I ricochet from the gym, work, walking the dog, home, church, errands…. Continue reading “Nose to the grindstone!”
Spending a week in paradise.
Cabo San Lucas and San Jose del Cabo. Continue reading “Restoring my soul”
With apologies to Charles Dickens.
In many ways, 2017 was the best of times for me.
Then in the last eight months, it was the worst of times bringing terrible grief.
Now on the last day of 2017, I am looking forward with guarded optimism to 2018.
Today is my birthday which puts me in a philosophical frame of mind.
I found myself thinking about the tumultuous year that flew by.
So many good things! Life was a joy. My sons and their families were doing great. Continue reading “Musings on my birthday”
“I will try this day to live a simple, sincere, and serene life, repelling promptly every thought of discontent, anxiety, discouragement, impurity, and self-seeking;
“cultivating cheerfulness, magnanimity, charity, and the habit of holy silence;
“exercising economy in expenditure, generosity in giving, carefulness in conversation, diligence in appointed service, fidelity to every trust, and a childlike faith in God.
ln particular I will try to be faithful in those habits of prayer, work, study, physical exercise, eating, and sleep which I believe that Holy Spirit has shown me to be right….” *
*Excerpt from Forward Day by Day
~Shana Verstegen, Lumberjack & Fitness Pro Continue reading “Head up. Keep Moving.”
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I’m coming home to you
~Lynyrd Skynyrd Continue reading “One Table”
Sometimes help comes from the least expected place.
Sometimes help comes when we don’t know we need it.
Sometimes it comes in a few sentences rolled into a few paragraphs. Continue reading “My Italian Bulldozer”
Feeling down about the state of the world?
Perhaps these thoughts from E.B. White will provide hope and comfort.
He wrote this letter in 1973 to Mr. Nadeau who was despondent about the fate of the human race.
It’s creepy to feel that I am being watched.
It happens almost everyday when I walk.
It happens in a shady lane where I seek respite from the hot sun.
Walking, I feel someone watching.
There is no one in the lane.