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Da Same Shoes

I don’t often repost other blogs, but this one is well worth the read.

I pray we all can love our neighbor this way.

Have you ever put on someone’s shoes? Not just any shoes old worn in shoes, smitten with dirt from their past journeys, gouged lines of miles walked. How did they feel? Did the soles of your feet ache begging to return to the cradled comfort they have grown accustomed to found in your own closet? […]

Da Same Shoes

7 year anniversary

I hadn’t realized it.

Frankly, it’s been one of those days which has gone off schedule a bit.

I don’t mind.

It just means I haven’t done the things I’d normally do.

Including getting into my WordPress, so I was surprised a little while ago when I opened it.

I hadn’t realized I have been blogging this long.

Praise the Lord!

For it is only through Him that I can do anything, including blog.

The Lord knows what I need and when it comes to blogging He knew I’d need the support and encouragement of others.

So, I want to thank as many as I can.

Starting with my husband, whose support has been incredible.

Thank Handsome, (my pet name for my hubby), your love and support have been amazing. There are no words for how I feel about you and how thankful I am to have you. I love you!

My children.

Thank you all, son-in-laws included, for your support and love and for letting me know when I make typos! You have been gracious, thoughtful, and caring as I strive to write. I especially appreciate you letting me tell the world about you. I love you!

My friends.

Thank you to two Christian ladies who met me at Starbucks and helped me open my WordPress account and post my first blog.

Thank you to so many of my friends for all the support, comments, likes, and feedback. I can’t tell you how much it means to hear that God has used my words to speak to you personally. I wish I could name every single one of you, but I’d probably miss someone and feel horrible, so instead I’m asking the Lord to touch you as you have touched me. I love you all.

To my extended family.

Thank you for your support, your love, and your time. I love you and I’m so blessed to have you as my family!

To my readers.

You know who you are and I can’t say enough about all of you.

Thank you for your precious time spent reading.

Thank you for following me.

Thank you to those who blog as well. You teach me and encourage me and challenge me. Thank you!

It has been a beautiful journey, this road of blogging.

I’m so very grateful for each and every person God has used and I pray He blesses them abundantly.

Finally, I want to thank WordPress for allowing me a platform to write from.

I had no idea what I was getting into when I began, but I am so glad I did.

It’s been a wonderful, challenging, stretching, growing, blessed, opportunity.

An opportunity I’m so thankful for.

Ecclesiastes 9:10a NKJV — Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might;…

No matter how many blogs the Lord has me write in the future, I pray they bring glory to His name.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for these past seven years. Thank You for all the people You have blessed me with knowing and hearing from. Lord as always this blog belongs to You. Please continue to help me to be Your vessel and to shine Your truths through words, actions, and attitudes. Lord, I am so humbled that You would choose to use me. Thank You. Amen.

Story telling

When I was a child, as far back as I can remember, I told stories.

More often to myself, than others, although I did tell stories to our neighborhood kids from time to time.

Most of them, I’ve forgotten.

Today, I thought I’d share one of these with you.

Of course, it will have a few minor changes to it to make sense.

I can’t give you the pictures inside my head without a little description.

There was a little princess.

She was happy and found of people.

Her young life had been filled with love and comforts granted by adoring parents.

One of her favorite things was waking up each morning.

It seemed as if the sun shined every morning, even if it was raining. This was due mainly to the cheery yellow room and soft pastels of the bed clothes.

The princess loved the freshness and expectation of a brand new day.

She’d hop out of bed and give her Nanny a hug and a “good morning”.

Nanny would be there to dress her and make sure her breakfast was eaten, her face was washed, and she was ready for her lessons.

One morning as Nanny was brushing her hair, the little girl noticed a house maid coming in to make up the bed.

“Nanny, why is she doing that?”

“So your room is fresh and clean as you, ready for the day,” Nanny’s gentle voice replied.

“But Nanny, why is she doing it? Why can’t I do it?”

Nanny stopped brushing and looked into the dark eyes.

“Would you like to learn?”

“Yes! It’s my bed and I’m getting bigger. I think I can do it.”

“Then you shall.” Nanny swung the little princess off the stool and lead her to the bed.

She carefully taught her to look for anything lost first.

Puzzled, the princess watched as Nanny’s hand found a sock.

“Oh! I lost that while I was sleeping!”

Then Nanny’s hand retrieved a stuffed giraffe from under the pillows.

“Oscar! He was hiding!” She squeezed him and giggled.

“Please put Oscar away so your hands are free. You will be doing the next part.”

Scurrying over to the toy bin, she deposited him quickly and scampered back.

“This sheet comes next. Take hold of it from the top and bring it up till it meets the place where the pillows go.”

The little girl’s head swung back and forth.

“What happened to my pillows?”

“I moved them to the bench. They go last, so we needed them out of the way. Tomorrow, you can move the pillows.”

“Now, take the sheet.”

With careful instruction the girl managed the sheet, at least on one side. She tilted her head in frustration at the rumpled mess opposite her.

“Nanny, I can’t. I can’t get it over there.”

“Well, what do you need to do?”

“Walk around the bed?”

Nodding, Nanny’s smile encouraged her.

She walked around and straightened out the other side.

“Why does it have to be so straight Nanny? It won’t be seen when I pull up the covers.”

Nanny’s kind eyes wrinkled in understanding.

“Sheets are funny, you think no one knows or can see, but they show themselves none the less.”

Her little face scrunched into a thoughtful pose.

“Here, let me help you with the covers.”

Nanny lifted them and helped her pull them straight.

“Now, look, you need to walk around and do the same thing there.”

Her little feet scampered to the other side and her small hands went to work.

“Now look down the sides, be sure they hang straight.”

The princess walked all around the bed pulling, smoothing, trying to get it to hang evenly.

After a while Nanny spoke again.

“It’s not going to be perfect your first time, so let’s move on. Grab the pillows.”

After a moment’s struggle, Nanny spoke again.

“Take one at a time, child.”

Then Nanny showed her how to place the covers over each pillow and smooth out any wrinkles.

They stood back and surveyed their task.

“Good job, little one. You shall do this every morning and soon it will become easy.”

“Nanny, I like to do things!”

Nodding, Nanny squeezed the small hand.

“It is good for you to do things little one. Yes, you are a princess and you have many blessings, but never let your heart be deceived. You have more and therefore you are responsible for more. Do all you can to serve, whether it’s taking care of your own things or caring for the things of others. Always be looking for ways to bring a little sunshine to someone else.”

The little princess learned to make her bed, and each day as she worked she thought about Nanny’s words.

She was determined to bring a little sunshine into someone’s life each day.

The End.

This was my own heart’s cry as a child and it’s still a yearning for today. I hope this little story brings you a small ray of Son shine.

James 1:17 KJV — Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.

Rewriting, again

It’s been more than ten years.

This effort to obey, to write, to put in words a story from my heart.

It’s been a reoccurring question.

“When are you going to finish your book?”

Most of the time, the voice was my husband’s.

I’d written.

I’d rewritten.

I even printed it off a few times.

Yet, it never felt right.

Something seemed forced.

Lifeless words, just black lines on white paper.

I’d put it away.

I’d stopped trying.

Until yesterday.

Sis had found a copy on one of her jump drives and enthusiastically given it to me.

“Look what I found! Now you can finish it.”

I thanked her.

And I prayed.

“Lord, it’s been years. I don’t feel able to get this book into shape. I’m afraid to even try again.”

Why did you write it?

“You told me to.”

Who were you writing for?

“Our children, but especially our daughters.”

With the fresh vision and focus, I plugged in the jump drive and settled down to work.

Because writing is work.

I rewrote the first chapter.

I’m going to work on it again.

When I feel chapter one is ready, I’m going to make copies.

Then, I’m going to give them away and ask for comments, corrections, and critiques.

In this way, I am trusting the Lord to fulfill the vision.

Because my very own family, who I’m writing this for, will be a part of the creation.

I’ll be honest.

I’m nervous.

But I trust God.

He will guide and direct.

He always has.

May He be glorified through this effort, no matter how the book turns out.

Writing letters

Some I’ve received and some ready to mail.

It began this summer.

A dear friend, sent me a beautiful handmade card.

Inside, she suggested we write to one another.

She was aware of my struggles, wanted to keep in touch, and she doesn’t text or email.

It’s been lovely.

Among the bills and junk mail, I get an old fashioned letter.

She doesn’t always write in a beautiful hand-made card, but it doesn’t matter.

It’s the personal touch, the time and thoughts and love.

And it’s been inspiring.

Talking on the phone isn’t something I do well these days.

Either I’m busy with homeschooling or my asthma sets limits.

So, I’ve been writing letters.

Especially, to my mom and sister.

They’ve kindly been taking the time to write back.

This week I was blessed to receive a letter from someone else.

She was writing in response to my Christmas card.

How fun!

Of course hand writing letters isn’t easy.

There’s no spell check to automatically fix my errors.

There’s nothing to prevent me from using poor grammar or poor penmanship.

Yes, I’ve started writing and thrown them out, only to begin again.

At first, I was critical of all my efforts.

But the Lord reminded me of what’s important.

It’s not the handwriting, the grammar, or the lined notebook paper which makes the letter.

It’s the love, the content, the sharing of ideas and emotions and day to day things.

It’s also the time.

In this fast passed instant world, putting pen to paper is an effort.

But a very worth while one.

Infact, I am so glad God has encouraged me to take the time to do this.

And it reminds me of Scripture.

I’m so glad the Apostle Paul took the time to pen letters or dictate them.

I’m thankful for the letters written by John, James, Peter, and others.

The Holy Spirit inspired words bring such joy, peace, and perspective.

Hebrews 13:15 NKJV — Therefore by Him let us continually offer the sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of our lips, giving thanks to His name.

Today, I’m praising the Lord Jesus for both the spoken and the written word!

May He be glorified!

Lacking words

It’s been longer than normal between penned thought to the next penned thought.

It’s due to the struggle.

A lack of words.

How do I shape my everyday into anything worth writing, much less reading?

Some of the lack has been from an over flow of duties in other areas.

Some of the lack has been my weaker days of late, which have required more rest.

Most of the lack has been due to emotion.

When my physical body is weak, my emotions seem to stumble more.

Self-control and kindness takes extra effort.

Yet, it’s so valuable.

I want to give the effort.

These days of less writing have not been less full of Jesus.

He has walked side-by-side, at times carrying me along, through each day.

He has been my comfort when I’ve been afraid.

He’s answered my prayers when I’ve been questioning.

His presence, His Word has been my all.

And now that the lull of quiet seems to be dissipating, I look forward to seeing what words He will share with me.

And I look forward to seeing what words I’ll be sharing with you.







hazel nuts

crisp breeze

–path in the park–

How is it that a few words crafted carefully can paint a picture so vivid?

Why can they hold so much power over our thoughts, our emotions, our lives?

What is it about


Used in anger,

or carelessly





How is such a little thing so full?

Because the first words spoken were done so

to create:

“Then God said, ‘Let there be—‘” Gen. 1:3

God could have created in any way, yet He choose to speak.

Words can hold such beauty, grace, encouragement.

Words can change the actions

or attitudes of those who receive them

And yet it seems that so few have the ability to craft them well.

To sew them together, fashioning images, ideas of blessing, value.

To those who have this gift my request goes out

Use it

Do not allow life to hinder

or doubt and difficulty to subdue

but craft


with the understanding

that it should be to honor

the Creator

and encourage the