He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

Posts tagged ‘Inspirational’

Life Ain’t What it’s Cracked Up to be

Dear Diary,

You’re probably tired of my moaning and groaning by now. Well, get over it! I need to vent.

Today, I’m feeling overwhelmed with everything: The house, the yard, old age . . . life. I’m a prisoner in my own house. Can’t be with my family and friends. Can’t go shopping. Can’t go out and eat. Can’t do anything but sit here and twiddle my thumbs. Well, I used to be able to twiddle my thumbs. They hurt too bad, now.

Anyhow. I took the trash down to the road this morning and to my horror, like an invasion from outer space, clumps of green stuff are taking over the yard. My heart fell out and splattered on the ground. I don’t need this on top of everything else that’s falling apart around here.

Like a bludgeoned, half-dead old dog, I crawled back into the house where I wish I had stayed and let hubby take down the trash. He doesn’t see the stuff I see. He wears blindfolds. Maybe I should.

Life isn’t fun for anyone these days since COVID-19 showed its ugly, sneering face. I’d like to kick it where it really hurts and send it back to hell.

It’s getting past ridiculous, now. Kids are out of school driving their parents nuts. Businesses are closed. People are out of work and getting sick and dying and fighting over toilet paper. You’d think the world was full of crazed animals instead of human beings. Whatever happened to loving your neighbor as yourself and doing unto others as you would have them do unto you?

Anyhow, I just thought I’d fill you in on my little world. This is not my first encounter with feeling overwhelmed and it won’t be my last. I know, that in time, things will get back to normal or at least, better than they are. Till then, I don’t have time to sit here boohooing. I’ve got work to do. Lots and lots of work . . .

Life is Tough. It’s Tougher if You’re Old . . .

So, my plan was to help Buck pick up all the limbs in the yard . . . lots and lots of limbs. Big limbs. Little limbs. Way too many limbs for a young person, let alone a shriveled up bag of bones. After thirty minutes of bending and stooping and sweat burning my eyes, I quit!

Not my thing anymore!

Will never be my thing again!

EVER!

I feel like crying.

NO! I feel like cutting down every blasted tree, pulling up every blade of grass and pouring cement!

Then I’ll cry.

A deep, overflowing river.

Long gone are the days of working in the yard from sun up till sundown, jogging twenty miles a week, cleaning the house from top to bottom, and working five days a week. Never again will I run up a flight of stairs, bend over and touch my toes, and press a hundred pounds.

Wait. When did I ever press a hundred pounds?

I’ve never been weak and helpless. I’ve always been able to pull my weight and somebody else’s too. Even as a kid I was strong as an ox. Stubborn as a mule, too. But we won’t go there.

I think you get my drift, especially if you’re where I am at the moment . . . old and tired and frustrated and discouraged and weak and puny and . . .

Stop! The list is getting too long!

When did it happen? When did old age wrap its bony fingers around my neck and choke the life out of me? When did it break my back? When did it chop off my arms and legs?

When I started jogging at thirty-six, I assured myself and everyone that I’d keep on jogging even in my seventies. I stopped at fifty-eight.

One of my many regrets. 

I did take it back up when I was seventy-one. But it was never the same and after my back injury, I had to stop. Even walking makes my back scream. But, occasionally I tell it to shut up and I do it anyway.

So, here I am. Wishing I could do the things I did five years ago and reality laughing like a crazed hyena in my face.

So, back to picking up limbs. Buck finished my job and is mowing, now. He likes to mow. And I’m happy he likes to mow. No. I’m ecstatic he likes to mow. Now, if he just liked doing laundry. And cleaning the house. And taking out the trash . . .

 

A Little Birdie Told Me . . .

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
Matthew 6:26, 27

Hear the birds chirping? See them fluttering from the trees? Can you Sense their happiness and peace of mind?

Birds don’t worry about stuff like coronavirus or running out of toilet paper. They don’t fret over empty shelves at Walmart or starving to death. And they certainly don’t get their feathers ruffled over clutter on the back porch.

Jesus knows what a bunch of worrywarts we humans are. That’s why He tells us to look at the birds of the air and observe how lighthearted and carefree they are. They don’t work for anything. They don’t store up anything. Yet, God takes care of them. (Matthew 6:26)

God reminded me of that again this morning as I sat fretting amongst the clutter on my back porch and wondering what the heck I’m going to do with it. How quickly I forget that God is in control of every little detail of my pitiful life. Nothing happens to me that He doesn’t know and care about. I don’t have to pace the floor biting my nails to the quick. I don’t have to beg and plead. I just have to trust Him.

Yep! That’s what a little birdie told me this beautiful sunny morning while sitting on my cluttered back porch.

I captured a few pictures while sitting with hubby and our two girls on the back porch. Pepper doesn’t mind posing for a snapshot. Bella, on the other hand, refuses to cooperate!

 

Need a Bookmark? Or Two? Or Three?

Since we are restricted to staying home, we have lots of time to catch up on our reading. And if you’re still reading tangible books . . . you know, the ones with paper or hard backs that you hold in your hands and flip actual paper pages, then you’ll need a bookmark. Have no fear! You may run out of toilet paper, but I’ll make sure you NEVER run out of bookmarks!

If you’ve never done this before, just click on as many bookmarks as you like, download to your computer and print. I wish getting a roll of toilet paper was that easy!

If you like cats, you will like these bookmarks.
Free for you to use and to share
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Facebook Covers: New Formatting size for 2020

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Facebook periodically changes its formatting which I discovered when my previous Facebook covers didn’t fit like they did when I created them. So, according to its new formatting requirements, I created a few new ones for you to use and enjoy.
https://www.facebook.com/help/125379114252045

Running Out of Toilet Paper?

Before the advent of modern toilet paper, many different materials were used for the same purposes. Different materials were used depending upon the country, weather conditions, social customs, and status. People used leaves, grass, ferns, corn cobs, maize, fruit skins, seashells, stone, sand, moss, snow, and water.
http://www.toiletpaperhistory.net/toilet-paper-history/used-before-toilet-paper/

Hubby got up at five this morning and was sitting in the Walmart
parking lot at five-thirty thinking it opened at six. It didn’t open till seven. But that’s okay. He got everything we need for the month except flour and you guessed it . . . toilet paper.

But, we’re still good. We have one roll left in the guest bathroom and two rolls left in the master bath plus two skimpy partial rolls.

Like you and everyone else, I don’t want to run out of toilet paper!

But, what if we do??

Because I’m self-sufficient and despise relying on anyone or anything for me to survive, I create my own resources as best I can. For instance, I went online and learned how to make hand sanitizer: https://www.healthline.com/health/how-to-make-hand-sanitizer. I haven’t made any yet, but I will because hubby is screaming for some. Too bad I can’t make my own toilet paper. Then again, maybe I can. I haven’t checked that one out, yet.

But, about this toilet paper thing.
When my son was born, I always used cloth diapers until he was potty-trained. For three long years, I rinsed the poop and pee in the toilet then washed the diapers in the washing machine. Before I had a washing machine, though I used the washboard. Yeah. I’m actually that old.

No, I’m not going to wear diapers,
I’m just saying there are other means of wiping our butts besides using toilet paper. Just use your imagination and do whatever works for you and your family. Running out of toilet paper is not the worst thing that can happen during this covid-19 mess.

None of us are happy about this deadly virus
and none of us were prepared for it. But it’s here and all we can do is the best we can till it passes like staying home, spending time doing the things we love that we don’t usually have time for, playing games, and talking to your kids and your spouse, and calling your friends.


We’ll all be glad when this is over
and can get back to our normal lives. This sudden smack in the face has shown me what little control I have over things like covid-19 and empty shelves at Walmart and people getting sick and dying.

As a believer, I know that God is bigger than covid-19 and that He is willing and able to take care of me and my family. I know that when I’m afraid I can talk to Him and find peace. I’m thankful that God is bigger than the universe and has everything under control and that I don’t have to worry about silly things like running out of toilet paper because He promises to supply all my needs.

And my God will meet all your needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus (even toilet paper). Philippians 4:19

Easter Blessings: Digital Art

Easter Sunday is April 12, 2020

Easter Sunday was almost as exciting to my brothers and me as Christmas morning. As poor as we were, mom always made Easter special by cramming our baskets full of candy. We couldn’t wait to jump out of bed Easter morning and hunt for the baskets mom had hidden the night before. I will never forget those golden moments of joy and happiness.

 Some of my Easter creations are soft and whimsical, reminding me of the joy and excitement of the Easter Bunny and baskets filled with goodies. But the last few of my creations are dark and grungy, reminding of the suffering Jesus bore on the cross for my sins. Like Christmas, Jesus is the reason for the season!

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In Times Like These . . .

It’s pretty scary out there . . . the worst I’ve ever seen in my 73 years. We need God and His strength more today than we did yesterday. I hope you find comfort and peace in my creations.

There’s No Place Like the Country

Free digital designs I created for you to use and to share

Kites and Balloons . . . Oh to Be a Kid Again

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In case you’re wondering what on earth you can do with my creations, you can use them to make cards, bookmarks, pictures to hang on the wall, scrapbook embellishments, share with your friends . . . the sky’s the limit. Most of all, have fun!

For you digital artists, my kites and balloons all have a transparent background.

KITES

BALLOONS

Placid Painting

The journey from the very start

Tip of My Iceberg

If you can't see it, is it real?

THE POETIC SAGE

This site is dedicated to my amazing writing skills.

Digital Art Junky

Art is something that makes you breathe with a different kind of happiness

Art and Soul

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home ~ Twyla Tharp

Straight from the Heart

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

Renard's World

My Personal Space On The Web To Post Anything That Tickles My Fancy

hometogo232

A place of Love and Security

Mitch Teemley

The Power of Story

No Facilities

Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams

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