Tag: be still and know

  • If It Was Up to Me

    If It Was Up to Me

    I’m so uncomfortable over the things God’s calling me to do and it all started shortly after leaving one of my jobs. Why did I have 2 jobs? I didn’t need both financially, but all my years as a single Mom instilled the mindset that I needed one for backup. It’s been a rocky road…

  • A Life of Enough

    A Life of Enough

    All is calm on this weekend morning which is how I tend to like it. I moved the desk from the back of the house to the front and as I sit to write this I’m gazing out the window overlooking the front yard. Nothing is moving. Not a single leaf, or branch on the…

  • Sit and Listen

    Sit and Listen

    It’s morning as I begin writing this and I just came in from spending time in the backyard. If the neighbors who saw me yesterday, caught sight of me again this morning, they’d swear I slept in my clothes because what I’m wearing looks the same. Years ago I started buying 5-packs of men’s V-neck…

  • My Life is a Meme

    My Life is a Meme

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  • The Right Choice

    The Right Choice

    One month later, I moved Rumi out of my bedroom because it was inconvenient sharing my space. I got tired of moving him to function and he didn’t look happy. Plants need to be around energy, so I moved him to the front of the house, which ironically is where he landed when I first…

  • Sober Sunday

    Sober Sunday

    I hear this song almost every time I turn on the radio and it resonates deeply. During my married life, money bought a lot of things and furnished a life that many dream of, but I wasn’t happy and I didn’t learn the true meaning of happiness until all was lost many times over. Having…

  • Cathedral of Calm

    Cathedral of Calm

    I opened the front door and stood in the doorway, breathing in the remnants of our early morning rain. The thunder didn’t awaken me at 5am…it was Denver standing at the front of the house, whimpering that pulled me from my slumber. A mother’s radar is always on, even with four-legged children. Slipping my feet…