He is All I Need

As depression once again dragged me through the mud and as a reminder of God’s love and mercy, I decided to reblog this post.

Straight from the Heart

So, I’m having coffee on the back porch this morning, thinking.

I wish I had a new pair of shoes for every time someone told me I think too much. But that’s part of who I am. A thinker; just like my dad was.

Anyway, I’m sitting there, observing my dogs and thinking about life; the way it was, the way I wish it had been, and the way it is.

It’s Heartland’s fault, the TV series hubby and I have been watching on Netflix for the past few weeks. It’s happy, it’s sad, it’s funny, it’s everything I wish my family life had been growing up. The way I wish I’d had a grandfather like Jack, a crusty old man with a soft heart, who loves and encourages and fights tooth and nail for his family.

How different my life may have been had my dad opened his arms…

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It’s Not Just a Hair Thing, It’s a Liberating Thing.

Straight from the Heart

As far back as the Dark Ages, I had this thing about hair. My dolls lived in fear, wondering which one would be next to get their hair chopped off. When I was fifteen, I started cutting my hair. But I always left it long enough to roll it in curlers . . .


Men, have you ever tried sleeping in these things? It’s like laying your head on a pile of rocks. I tried sleeping sitting up, hanging my head over the side of the bed, tossing and turning all night long trying to get comfortable. Finally, I came up with a solution . . .

the hair dryer from Mars. Worked like a charm. When my hair was dry, I took out the stupid curlers and went to sleep.

Then there was the brushing, the teasing and styling, and cans of hairspray . . .

and those frizzy…

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