Tag: inspiration
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One More Day
On Saturday mornings I sit in the most magical women’s meeting via Zoom. This group of women gather from all over the world, and each are in their own stage of sobriety, but we all have one commonality. To stay sober one more day. I’ve learned to have pen and paper nearby during these meetings.…
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The Community Magician
I don’t recall the precise date, but it was earlier this year, maybe March when God thumped me on the head and said, “Hey Barb! Why don’t you use your technology skills in the real world, like, right outside your front door?!” I didn’t like that idea because it meant stepping out of my cozy…
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An Amazing Human
I don’t write about my daughter in great detail and won’t tell her this is publishing because she’ll cry, but I’d rather apologize later than ask permission. She’s always had a love for ‘the brand’. When we used to go shopping together, I’d show her a garment being considered for purchase and she’d slide her…
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Becoming
I don’t bounce out of bed every morning with a smile on my face, but that’s the goal. As a matter of fact, not bouncing is my first clue. If I choose to lay in bed and let my mind start running wild, that’s a road straight downhill, so it’s best to get my feet…
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Uncoil the Hose
There are all kinds of gadgets to keep watering hoses organized and most are designed to keep it tightly coiled. For decades, every aspect of my life was wound tight like a watering hose. Last summer, I purchased a large, metal, decorative drum to coil my hose in and my daughter was amused how perfectly…
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Ease into August
I left the music playing in the house as I walked outside to care for the flowers. Stepping back inside to grab a glass of water, this song was playing. As the water filled my glass my eyes well up in sync. That’s what this song does to me. It hits my heart center and…
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Good Orderly Direction
Over the weekend, I walked through a fine example of how God shows off in my life. When people suggest listening to that ‘still small voice’, you can trust it. I pulled the stool up to my typewriter, inserted paper and began typing a letter to a friend. It was late Saturday morning, but the…
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The Chosen Few
While making the first pour of the Chemex, I can still hear her sarcastic remark and it makes me chuckle. My daughter and I are the same kind of crazy. She taught me how to make a Chemex and I watched her pour one repeatedly until it was my turn to try. Each one pours…
