My Life- it's as fun as puttin' lipstick on a squirrel

I have to admit, I have a big problem. I see beauty every day. I see God and Nature and all the wonderful things available to me on this earth.  I am not grateful. Instead I say the things I wish that I would not. This Bible verse is a shin-kicker for me. I believe Paul wrote this:  Romans 7:15-20 New International Version 15  I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.   16  And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good.   17  As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me.   18  For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. [ a ]  For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out.   19  For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing.   20  Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it. So, comparison is bad. Social Media , which I am taki

In my last blog, I told you all ...to be continued.  here's the recap: I wrestled with God in a BK parking lot. I did not win. I was in the midst of doing a bunch of laundry.  there, you are caught up.  So they gave me two full totes. They had not done laundry since last November. I put much care into folding, fluffing, repairing and spritzing love into these clothes. I wanted them to have some "home" smell on them. I tuck in a FAT sharpie, for good sign making!  8 hours later all was clean and it was time to go deliver. We tucked in extras, warm socks and beanies we are not using. I washed my prized Carhartt jacket to offer to him. ( He did not need it, someone had given him one already! )  I don't work for men and women, I serve Jesus. This was me preparing to deliver to Jesus. I purchased one set of silverware for each, one plate, one bowl and one glass. I wrapped them lovingly in cloth napkins that I am always collecting. I include some dishwashing soap, a towel a

UPDATED to add an Amazon Wishlist : *please be advised, I am not a non-profit. I am a person helping other persons. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk!    Amazon Wish List  I've been up since 4 doing something that I love. Fluff and fold. Seriously if you don't believe me ask my friends.  I have lived in our new city for over a year now. I have a confession to make... I have been ignoring the homeless. I have been driving by , looking in their eyes. I have made mental notes of their location, their signs, the way they dress and walk back and forth, searching for connection. But I never stop.  I have been taking stock of what is available in a community that has no Public Transit. I have seen one location downtown that does a type of food handout. That is it. But yet, I see them. My addressless friends popping up everywhere. Some look approachable. Some rant to themselves. All are someone's child.  I was out enjoying a solo trip to the old Dollar Store and Thrift Store. Sea

December 2, 2018 We are running early for church. We NEVER run early. I should have known right then that God was up to something. We gathered our stuff and loaded up the minivan. We decided to stop at our bank before church to make a deposit in the ATM.  That's when I saw him. I was driving towards Great Bridge and he was walking away on the other side. A quick look to the rear view mirror, red back pack. A guy in dirty winter wear , walking in the rain with a red back pack.  Inside my head, I heard the still small voice. Turn around and see what he needs. No, I thought, I need to head to the bank. We got to the bank and Bryan hops out to make the deposit. Here I sit in the driver's seat. Wrestling with God while Cora sits happily unaware in the back seat. God is all over me telling me to double back and find the red back pack.  Bryan hops in the car. I tell him, we are doubling back. God wants me to go find the red back pack guy. Bryan says he did not see him. I sigh

So, I read this great blog called:  Juggling the Jenkins . One day on her facebook page the chick says: Looking for submissions... Submit your story of recovery and I will put it on my facebook page and then in a small book she is putting together from all the stories she receives. Proceeds from the book will go to... So I did it. I sat down and banged out my heart for about 15 minutes. Did a quick spell check and sent that sucker to her. Here is THE STORY!  One day I open up my email and there it is. I'm gonna post up your entry tomorrow. Well, the alcoholic in me is all " yerp, that's right! you are gonna be famous". . . bahahahahahaha The anxiety-ridden side of me is like "yeah dumbo you just told the NATION that you are a drunk! " Then the alcoholic and the anxiety ridden side get in a fight because it's a recovering alchoholic to be exact and I stand back and let them duke it out all the while laughing at myself...which I do  a LOT! So it poste

I have been home educating Cora for about 3 years now. I tried unschooling, I tried replicating school at home, I tried Heart of Dakota curriculum. ALL bored her to tears. Then I stumbled upon a book called For the Children's Sake by Susan Schaeffer Macaulay.   In this book, which I annihilated with a highlighter, she speaks of a woman named Charlotte Mason. I remember my first year of homeschooling. I wrote that name down on a list to "research" . That list sat for 2 years. Then I did research. I found a woman who thought that nature study was important. Being out doors was important.  My favorite quote (well , one of many) is:  Never be within doors when you can rightly be without--Charlotte Mason So off I went in search of everything I could find. I went to a large conference in KY. I purchased books, like the Charlotte Mason Companion  and listened to pod casts from A Delectable Education  and quite frankly I fell in love. With short lessons and a 1/2 school d