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I'm Rolling with My 2x4

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As I continue to fast from Social Media, I am still finding a need to share the little things I love in life.  I call this my fancy horse charcuterie board. I have a knack for seeing the unseen and the humor in it all. I simply dug in my husbands scrap lumber for a board. Why? I was tired of cutting apples on my truck bed with the liner grooves and all. It was simply a way to avoid chopping off a finger instead of chopping up an apple.  We have a horse that is on the mend and we visit the barn daily. This sounds effortless and awesome to the un-horse people. But it truly is not as glamorous as it seems.  As difficult as the last month and a half has been worrying about this horse and it's needs, I would not trade it. There have been nights with blowing wind and head lamps, beautiful 75 degree days and all the weather in between. This Fall has thrown us basically all the weather curveballs at once!  The roller coaster ride of weather trickled over in a roller coaster of horse health

Every Rose has it's thorn

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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

Fluff , Fold , Deliver... Part II

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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

My Church is a washer and a dryer

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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