tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91921630006419390552024-03-18T18:12:20.721-07:00Finding JOY in every day...my joyful challenge, finding joy after child lossjoyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.comBlogger848125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-29764801308908168862024-03-18T08:08:00.000-07:002024-03-18T08:08:46.204-07:00Divine Appointments<p><span style="font-family: georgia;">God has been nudging me since the first of the year to write again. While 2020 gave many people the extra time to develop a new hobby or hone a passion, I found myself focused on new grandbabies and family. Though writing has been a constant in my life, that period of time until now would see me with my longest drought as an author. Odd since the past four years have had <i>plenty </i>of material to draw inspiration!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;">New Years Eve, God prompted me to compile a collection of my devotions from this blog and share with friends. "<i><b>A 52 week Journey to JOY."</b></i> What I thought would be a handful of women interested, grew beyond my imagination. I started writing out the names of the women on my calendar to pray for as each week began. And soon, God would use that space tenfold to fill it with names. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It was the boost I needed to pick back up the pen and share my God-given gift with others. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;">A short while later, I discovered a writer's conference hosted by one of my most beloved and respected Christian authors, Liz Curtis Higgs. The workshop filled quickly but I was blessed to be among the group of writers attending and counted the days eagerly until the event.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I am home now fresh from the conference and filled with every emotion in awe of how great our God truly is. There is no doubt this event came
in His perfect timing. Going, I hoped for inspiration, motivation, and possibly
connections, but what I didn't expect was for this weekend to be a healing balm
for my soul.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;">God
used people to send me a smile, a hug, or an encouraging word<i> I didn't even
know I needed</i>. I found myself often lifting up prayers of praise in the midst of the conference for how wonderful He is. But the "WOW God" moment is one of which I'm still in awe...<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <br />
<br /></span>An introvert by nature, I pushed myself out of my comfort zone and sat with different people every
opportunity, wanting to meet and hear stories from other writers. Coming back
to the gathering place for lunch, I almost passed up the table I'd last visited
but something told me to sit again. (I know now it was God)<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
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exchanged excitement and notes from the workshops. And then, one of the ladies,
Tammy, commented about a new favorite author she'd discovered. When she mentioned her own child loss story, my momma-heart connected and I began to share as well.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">We'd both lost sons. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Both boys were nearly the same age.<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Both 15 years ago...</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;">To
put two grieving mothers together, who were moments ago strangers, is God led.
Then, to discover our boys were the same age and to hear they passed on the
<b><u>EXACT same date</u></b>....but God. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">It was a goosebump, tear-filled ending to an experience I will forever treasure. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">November 29, 2008, will hold an extra special meaning now.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtG55cxZk3pNxD6-fqt0GeP_BuINO8iZT4lrcree6BUqVcybl55j2Wu9eKHUxxMq-dzme_-ql0Wm9droSCOZ8lULwhXjiXCtnjLqhb8PKj5rEw6tWHlMtHl24KuGCW-KBoLUHopkVJTvJVyvD3W5Ns-d1A-up6M-niFXuXFV3HUBuienjtBITl2Ypj3A4/s294/tammy%20and%20liz.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="294" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtG55cxZk3pNxD6-fqt0GeP_BuINO8iZT4lrcree6BUqVcybl55j2Wu9eKHUxxMq-dzme_-ql0Wm9droSCOZ8lULwhXjiXCtnjLqhb8PKj5rEw6tWHlMtHl24KuGCW-KBoLUHopkVJTvJVyvD3W5Ns-d1A-up6M-niFXuXFV3HUBuienjtBITl2Ypj3A4/s1600/tammy%20and%20liz.jpeg" width="294" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Tammy, Liz Curtis Higgs, and me</i></td></tr></tbody></table></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;">What a divine appointment, to meet the momma of the son who met Jesus the same day as mine! How Great is our God!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p>joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-2148675227510526022020-05-14T05:38:00.001-07:002020-05-14T05:38:00.654-07:00Hug Somebody We are huggers in my family. Always have been. Hugging is always the last thing we do when leaving each other after a visit.<div><br></div><div> Not being able to hug (and visit) family regularly has been one of the hardest transitions of the stay-at-home order. The last porch visit with my grandmaw seemed so foreign at the end when I got up to leave and felt all the space between us.<div><div><br></div><div>Both of my sons are known for their wonderful hugs. Their large frames and long arms wrap you like a warm blanket. They bring you in and you melt into their embrace. Neither were ever shy about giving hugs. Probably because from the time they could walk that was taught instructions upon leaving family.</div><div><br></div><div>Austin was so known for his hugs it was part of his funeral service. And the pastor's last phrase was to go out and "hug somebody" for him.</div><div><br></div><div>Noah never outgrew giving hugs, even though his height surpassed me years ago. Even now, he still wants a hug before we leave or go to bed. That's something that I'm blessed to have, especially during this isolation.</div><div><br></div><div> I have his and my husband's daily hug and kiss. My grandson's koala bear snuggles. But I feel for those who have been secluded for so many months without an embrace from someone they love.</div><div><br></div><div> Having a background in childhood development, I know the value and importance of hugging your children daily. There is an immediate oxytocin boost upon a physical embrace. It changes their brain and improves the immune system. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>A hug literally creates happiness.<br></div><div><br></div><div>There's many more scientific reasons why a hug is beneficial to your health, both physically and mentally. And it seems ironic that during such a stressful time and the world the one simple thing we could do is forbidden and considered dangerous.<br></div><div><br></div><div> While physical touch is not allowed for now there are so many other ways we could hug someone. Perhaps it is a phone call or a letter in the mail. A basket of supplies left on a doorstep. Ignoring a post and not leaving a hurtful opinion. Choosing to see the good in people. Spreading joy, not pain. </div><div><br></div><div>Go out and "hug" somebody today. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div></div>joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-67220996724157812982020-04-26T15:42:00.002-07:002020-04-26T15:47:07.157-07:00Borrow a cup of sugar?<br />
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When is the last time you borrowed something from your neighbor? Growing up we always had family nearby so it was nothing to run up the hill to an aunt's or across the field to grandma's to get something we needed. We never really borrowed from neighbors that weren’t family though, that I can recall.<br />
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My husband, on the other hand, has lent or borrowed things in our neighborhood many times. We live in a Cul-de-sac with a friendly group of people who watch over each other's homes/kids but I can’t say that I’ve swapped many cups of sugar.<br />
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Even before the pandemic, my cousin and I often swap or borrow things we need. Having her close by has been a blessing in many ways but probably more so These days. It helps to know that within walking distance there’s someone you can trust and count on.<br />
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Especially during this time, when going to the grocery store is an ordeal, we have found each other dropping off, sharing, or swapping things we need. Social distancing always practiced of course.<br />
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I’ve noticed others doing it as well. My husband has bartered or traded for services a few times in the past several weeks. And when he mistakenly bought the wrong type of soil for my plants, a nearby friend and former teacher stated online she would buy it. Of course, when I had my son drop it off, I had no intentions of her doing so. But she was prepared to pay in the form of homemade bread.<br />
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It reminds me of the old days when bartering and trading was a common form of currency. I wonder how it lost its value along the way.<br />
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Bartering became popular during the depression because of lack of money. It’s interesting that we are faced with nearly the same dilemma almost a century later. While there are many things about the pandemic that are difficult or frightening this common courtesy I see as a welcome change. And I for one will always except fresh baked bread, country eggs, or a good cup of coffee as currency anytime.<br />
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<br />joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-20885350191133087112020-04-19T06:36:00.001-07:002020-04-19T06:36:17.189-07:00simple joys For the most part, life still feels relatively the same here despite the pandemic. Everyone in our house is considered essential so we are all working. I've always been a homebody so I'm content going days without leaving the house. <div><br></div><div>The biggest change is, of course, the uncertainty and fear of the unknown. An increase in cleaning and sanitizing, though with a baby in the house and regular flu season this was already practiced. And not being able to get out as a family on the weekends or have date night. One of the hardest changes is not being able to see and hug family regularly. </div><div><br></div><div>Yesterday, we loaded up and had a day out. I hadn't seen my grandma in weeks and needed to put eyes on her, even though we talk on the phone regularly. </div><div><br></div><div>Thankfully it was a somewhat sunny day and enabled us to do an outdoor visit. Grandma bundled up in layers (not too different than she is inside) and sat on her deck, while we sat up lawn chairs in the yard. The 6 ft distancing posed a little difficulty, in that her vision is very low and hearing not much better. But we made the most of it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Over a decade ago, I started this blog in the hope of finding joy again. Feeling anything good because darkness surrounded me.<br>
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Losing my oldest son so unexpectedly ripped away any sign of joy in my life for a time.<br>
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Instead, I lived in a constant state of fear and grief. Fear for my surviving son, as an unknown virus took his brother without warning. And grief, I learned quickly, comes in all stages at once and backwards, not a perfect timeline as the list might indicate.<br>
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I yearned for normalcy. For the life we knew and loved. Even the hard days and the simple things we took for granted.<br>
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Instead, I was locked into a rollercoaster nightmare beyond my control. I couldn't sleep but when I did flashes of that night took over me. I lived my days on auto pilot but was very much in a state of shock.<br>
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The world is in a state of shock right now. Life as we all know it has been turned upside down. In the midst of a pandemic most of us are also dealing with everyday trials. And in addition to that the added stress and load that comes with unexpected change.<br>
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Trouble didn't stop because of covid-19; in fact, it just inflated it.<br>
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If you were already dealing with marital issues, sickness, financial instability, or any number of things the pandemic has likely only increased it. And new stressors no one could have ever imagined like school and home offices existing in the same tiny spaces, or the sudden loss of multiple incomes in a family unit, or struggling with food and personal care shortages.<br>
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Joy in the midst of all of this could seem almost laughable to some. Unfathomable to many. Impossible to most.<br>
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But it is possible. What I learned in my grief journey is that joy is a choice. It is making the effort everyday to find even one glimmer of hope in the midst of darkness. It is opening yourself up the possibilities you never knew before. To learn that joy and sadness can coexist. It doesn't happen overnight and some days are more of a struggle than others. But Joy can become a habit. It can become so common that you no longer have to search for it, it finds you.<br>
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In an effort to bring a bit of good news and a source of hope in a world that is drowning I am going to start writing here again to share simple joys I find in every day. My prayer is that it helps you in some small way.<br>
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I'm not sure how often I'll share but I will make an effort to do so regularly. If it isn't enough for you feel free to browse the over a decade of material on the side bar.<br>
Life is certainly different than when I wrote before. Currently I'm dictating this post from my phone so forgive the many errors.<br>
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Joyfully yours...<br>
<br>joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-1615423333176959212019-01-04T11:02:00.002-08:002019-01-04T11:02:36.884-08:00Should I Stay or Should I GoLet's see if I can write this post without typing out the lyrics to the song that's in my head from The <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BN1WwnEDWAM" target="_blank">Clash</a>! Or if you can read it without the song on repeat in yours...<br />
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Anyway, <span style="color: blue;"><b><i>Happy New Year!</i></b></span><br />
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<br />In doing my year-end retrospect, I realized I've neglected this little blog the past couple of months. As such, it's caused me to reflect on whether or not I should continue posting in 2019.<br />
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This blog was a much-needed outlet for me after losing my son. Starting with a memorial blog for him, I found myself awake in the middle of the night and set on a mission to find joy again. Austin's blog was raw, in the moment, and I shared any emotion felt during those early days of child loss, even if it worried my family and regular readers. <br />
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Starting Joyfulchallenge, with determination and direction from God, to seek, find and share the joy in every day guided me to the next chapters of grief. Writing held me accountable, despite my sorrow. And this blog has helped me more than I could've imagined.<br />
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Over the years, I've met others on loss journeys of their own or those who just needed an extra dose of joy. Blessing after blessing, I could list. I never dreamt of connecting with people all over the world nor did I expect what I wrote to touch or help others. In the beginning, it was just how I chose to heal. In the end, it was those connections and having a purpose to help others that did so.<br />
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As with anyone, over time I grew and changed and so did the blog. It's literally a timeline view of my walk through child loss and other life events the past eight years! Along the way, I picked up writing for an online grief magazine,<b><i><u> <a href="https://stillstandingmag.com/author/heather/" target="_blank">Still Standing</a>,</u></i></b> which is dedicated to helping those who face child loss. My dream was to someday be a published writer, I just never fathomed it would be on this topic.<br />
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And now, I'm currently writing for a local online magazine, the <a href="https://ocmonitor.com/community-contributors/" target="_blank"><b><i>OC Monitor.</i></b></a> There I share monthly stories of life in a small town and the continued pursuit of joy.<br />
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I guess I share these links with you to have other ways to read my work, should I decide not to continue writing here. For those of you who have been with me all along, I have no words. To tune in year after year and share a part of my life has meant so much. Your continued support and encouragement were hugs to my broken heart. For those who are new, linger around. There's almost a decade of material here to peruse! Use the search bar or favorite links. It is guaranteed to fill you with a dose or two of JOY.<br />
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And may your year be ever-filled with it...<br />
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Our biggest JOY in 2019 will be in the arrival of our first grandchild - a BOY!<br />
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The past several years I've focused on a #oneword instead of a resolution. This time of year, I like to reflect back and see how I did, recap the highlights of months gone by, and celebrate the turning of new adventures.</div>
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My goal was to be invested...</div>
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in my <b style="font-style: italic;">Relationships</b></div>
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-with God, my marriage, motherhood, family, and friendships</div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">*A funny</span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/03/friday-funnies.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">family post</span></a> </span>and a first for some.</div>
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*<b><a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/05/may-days.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">May days</span></a><span style="color: orange;">,</span></b> busy but full of family</div>
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*We celebrated our <a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/06/love-in-lil-smokies.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;"><b>25th anniversary</b></span></a><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333;">In my </span><b style="color: #333333; font-style: italic;">Health</b></div>
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-this year sparked a change and I want to see it to fruition</div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">*An </span><b><u><a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/03/dinner-is-un-done.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">unexpected diagnosis </span></a></u></b><span style="color: #333333;">threatened to alter my health goals but instead it fueled me farther </span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">and Tim joined in too!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">*</span>practicing<span style="color: #333333;"> self-care with a </span><a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/10/self-care-staycation.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;"><b>staycation</b></span></a></div>
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In my <i><b>P</b></i><b><i>assions</i></b></div>
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-dreams can no longer be dusty from sitting unrealized</div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">*I took time to </span><a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/01/weather-you-like-it-or-not.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: red;">capture the beauty</span></b></a><span style="color: #333333;"> of a winter storm, </span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">by going against my comfort zone and getting out on the roads. It was so worth it! </span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">*A few steps closer to my goal of writing a book, I began writing for a local </span><b><a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/02/aim-for-your-best.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">online magazine</span></a></b><span style="color: #333333;"> this year. </span></div>
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In my <i><b>Priorities</b></i></div>
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-does it make a difference? bring me joy and Him glory?</div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">*Continued focus on</span><span style="color: red;"> <b><a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/08/dance-like-nobodys-watching.html" target="_blank">finding JOY</a></b></span></div>
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*checking a big health goal off my <a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/09/blue-bridge-bucket-list.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: red;">bucket list</span></b></a></div>
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In my <i><b>Future</b></i></div>
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-and remember investments sometimes take years to reap rewards</div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">*completing an </span><b><span style="color: red;"><a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/09/never-stop-learning.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">education goa</span></a>l</span></b></div>
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*<a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/10/blessings-abound.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;"><b>unexpected blessings</b></span> </a>in career and family<br /><br /><span style="color: #333333;">In </span><i style="color: #333333;"><b>Service </b></i><span style="color: #333333;">to Others</span><br /><span style="color: #333333;">-if I'm deeply invested in each day, help me notice those with the greatest needs</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">*Making a new-to-me batch of </span><a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/08/purple-elixir.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: red;">elderberry syrup</span></b></a><span style="color: #333333;"> has found it in the hands of others who are ill</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">*Driving my Grandma to get her </span><b><span style="color: red;"><a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/09/a-week-of-september.html" target="_blank">ears pierced</a></span></b></div>
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<b>*</b>Hosting a family <a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2018/10/in-his-timing.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: red;">Bible study</span></b></a></div>
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Less Projects, More Focus</div>
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Less Tech, More Personal</div>
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Less Scattered, More Strategic</div>
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<i>Infuse, Devote, Provide, Endow, Plunge, Entrust</i></div>
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Reflecting back, I can say I accomplished this #oneword better than expected. I'm proud of the positive changes made in my life and the strengthened relationships formed. I give all the glory to God, for without Him I would achieve nothing!</div>
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I do know after a solid year of health focused on nutrition, I am ready to take it to the next stage. I'm holding myself accountable to stick with a workout plan next year! </div>
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This "grandma-to-be" has a new generation to get younger for. :)</div>
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joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-33018103368018964402018-11-07T05:32:00.000-08:002018-11-07T05:32:05.096-08:00Clinging to ChristmasSigns of Christmas seemed to pop up overnight on November 1st. <br />
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The <i>Great Pumpkin</i> must have swooped in and collected all the fall decor because as the sun rose, orange was out and green was in. Driving to and from work, I counted multiple homes with Christmas trees aglow. And the number is rising every day.<br />
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It's a bit of debate. People are either pro-early Christmas or against not giving Thanksgiving the spotlight. Much like politics, we are a country divided. <br />
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Personally, it doesn't bother me. We are a decorate Thanksgiving weekend family mostly because it became a tradition years ago with our kids. But also because we use a real tree and it can't survive an extra month of display. I'm completely at peace with the mingling of the two seasons because gratitude and Christmas are perfect partners.<br />
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I tend to find sadness in how quickly people tear down Christmas. With one swipe, the litter of wrapping paper and any sign of the holiday is cleared. For me, the week after Christmas is my favorite. The hustle and bustle is gone, schedules slow and I can still myself in the glitter and glow of the tree.<br />
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<b>A quiet house with only the lights of the Christmas tree is beautifully calming for the soul. </b><br />
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That stillness helps me to pause and reflect on the true meaning of this season. To sit in gratitude of the many blessings, as I think back on the past eleven months and look forward to new year.<br />
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I believe that is why many are so eager to put up their tree and decorate. There is a magical air in this season because Christmas symbolizes love, the birth of a promise and Hope for our future. No matter the division or chaos of this earth, Christmas reminds us there is more. The sparkle, childlike anticipation and warmth of the season is but a glimpse of the wonder we will experience in eternity.<br />
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<b>We've learned to face the month in gratitude instead of grief. </b><br />
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Focusing on what Austin was known and loved for, his kind heart, encouraged us to do random acts of kindness and a RAK movement was born. For the past decade, RAKs have grown from one day to an entire month focused on sharing kindness. And from more than just our small family but to friends and even strangers helping others and remembering a life cut short by tragedy.<br />
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Our RAK project this November has been to produce yard signs in hopes of canvasing our county with the message of sharing kindness. The money raised will go to local charities.<br />
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As I turned the calendar tonight, noticing the scripture and special dates, I had to pause in pure thanksgiving of the <b><i>many </i></b>blessings God has given us recently. This November seems a turning point of many positive changes for our family. Changes we have prayed fervently for and, in His timing, will take place this month.<br />
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Tim and I both start new careers this month. <br />
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For the past few years, Tim's health has suffered and we've spent many sleepless nights without answers as to why. While I stood in prayer and belief that God would lead us in the right direction, in the meantime we did what we could to improve our well-being. Both of us have transformed and are in better shape than we've been for some time!<br />
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This summer, God led us to a doctor who has provided excellent care and solutions to the many symptoms from which Tim was suffering. Complications from our wreck became the common denominator in his issues and, while there is no cure for what he's facing, we have managed to minimize and reduce them with his help. <br />
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Then news came for an opportunity for Tim to have a new career which allowed more flexibility, better hours, less physical demands, and to leave third shift. This girl is giddy to have him back home at night! The only downside was losing medical...<br />
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<i>Enter my job offer. </i> Just two weeks after Tim begins his.<br />
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With every twist and turn, each mountain and valley, God has seen us through beyond our expectations and has provided in ways we never imagined.<br />
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Neither of us saw a career change at this point in our lives. When we turned the calendar last January, we knew this would be a milestone year, but expected to prepare for becoming empty nesters. Settling into expected routines.<br />
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Instead, we are facing the new year with different and exciting paths and... the surprise added blessing of becoming grandparents! <br />
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In fact, this month, we may well know if Baby Blair will be a boy or a girl.<br />
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<br />joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-7937144844168923162018-10-25T06:56:00.001-07:002018-10-25T06:56:06.313-07:00In His TimingThe past two weeks we've hosted a Bible study at our home.<br />
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If you told me several years ago our extended family would all be in church together, much less doing a study, I might have chuckled. While I would say most have always been believers, in some form or fashion, church attendance was just not something everyone did.<br />
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<b><br /></b> My paternal grandfather was a preacher so he was my faith foundation. As a child, we went to church when visiting them. After we were married and Austin was born, Tim and I discussed raising our children in church and how it was a value for us both. We sporadically went for them, growing a little with each passing year. There were seasons we were regulars and others where life got in the way.<br />
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Ironically, it wasn't until <i>after </i>losing our oldest church became not just a habit but our lifeline.<br />
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We've watched our pew outgrow room and most Sundays now there are three to four rows of family together. When approached by our pastor to host an upcoming Bible Study, we eagerly accepted. And seeing the sign-up sheet after the first day, it was clear God had a plan for who He wanted there. Our entire roster was and is family.<br />
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At first, I was uncertain if this was the best idea. (<i>This is where I think I'm smarter than God...</i>)<br />
But wouldn't each of us grow better if we were spread out among other groups? Didn't we need to be stretched outside our comfort zone? And what I quickly learned is that for many attending, this was already out for them. <br />
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I forget not everyone is on the same path in their Christian walk. Some are just starting out, some lost in the weeds, some climbing mountains and some further along. How soon I forgot how uncomfortable we were at our first Bible studies or small groups. Though it seems routine now, God is using us to help guide and encourage others. <br />
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What a better blessing is there to do it among double family - family by blood and by the blood of Christ! Though we are only a few weeks in, we've already seen God moving and working among the group. I'm joyfully expectant at how He will continue to do so through this process and the days to come. <br />
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<br />joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-16085114620446103882018-10-12T07:33:00.000-07:002018-10-12T07:38:22.233-07:00Healthy Inside-OutAfter a year of dedicated focus on completely revamping my health top to bottom, inside out, I decided to share some of my tips learned along the way through live videos.<br />
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Much to my surprise, they received quite a response and it kept me motivated to do a series of ten videos...two months of healthy habits!<br />
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Not all of my blog readers are my "Facebook friend" so I wanted to share some of them with you. These links will work whether you are a Facebooker or not.<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/joyfulchallenge/videos/10161074473640160/?l=1205121714080209311" target="_blank"><b>Immune Support</b></a> - who doesn't need that this time of year?!<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/joyfulchallenge/videos/10161129816345160/?l=6456220995293625943" target="_blank"><b>Stress Relief</b></a> - how to create a self-care kit<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/joyfulchallenge/videos/10161157302435160/?l=1216920745920884568" target="_blank"><b>Removing toxins</b></a> - cleaning your home naturally<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/joyfulchallenge/videos/10161183622350160/?l=1113961058819156124" target="_blank"><b>Top 10 Tips</b></a> - all the best wrapped up in one video<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/joyfulchallenge/videos/10161237411625160/?l=1550813793250998447" target="_blank">How to find JOY in every day</a>!</b><br />
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All videos are public so you can easily search out the other five, if you're so inclined.<br />
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Aside from my voice making my skin crawl and the funny faces Facebook decides to freeze frame, I think it is a pretty dandy collection. <br />
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Going outside my comfort zone was worth it to help even one person take charge of their health. You are worth it!<br />
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What's the best health tip you can share? Or where do you struggle? I love to hear from my readers.<br />
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Have a fabulous fall weekend!<br />
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<br />joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-6696804130800233582018-10-04T21:01:00.001-07:002018-10-04T21:06:26.593-07:00Self-Care StaycationOther than Christmas break, when our company is closed, I haven't taken a week's vacation since 2013. We've had a few mini trips and long weekends here and there but my last extended retreat was our beach trip as a family. <i>Five years ago.</i><br />
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When looking at the number of days I had available and realizing how long it has been since I've had a week's rest, I opted to take a staycation this week.<br />
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Spontaneous. Last minute. No plans or schedules. <b>Ten Whole Days Off!</b><br />
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I'm almost always off on Fridays, so actually, I guess my "vacation" has come to an end; however, I am most certainly still in a staycation state of mind. And will be that way until Monday!<br />
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After having something to do, somewhere to go, or somewhat of a last-minute agenda every day so far, today was operation lazy PJ day. And I thoroughly enjoyed it from my first cup of chocolate chai to Netflix binging and cuddling our new kitty to being completely ok with being non-productive an entire day.<br />
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In fact, if I've had any purpose at all for this past week, it has been to practice self-care. In the moment, listening to what I want or need, and doing just that. Or nothing at all.<br />
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joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-33386478940199677922018-09-23T14:55:00.002-07:002018-09-23T14:55:27.568-07:00Never Stop LearningMy 40s have been a joyous place. There is contentment in my soul but also this longing to be and do. I'm happy with who I am but have an awareness I can accomplish and learn more.<br />
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Fears and worries have been replaced with a hunger and willingness to try new things. Perhaps the awareness that I'm getting older spurs this on. Maybe it is the knowledge from four decades prior. Whatever it is, I adore these fabulous 40s. And I've only just begun!<br />
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This weekend I checked two more items off my bucket list. One has been a dream for some time, the other something I didn't even know I wanted but was glad for the experience.<br />
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But I've always longed to go back. Life, work and other excuses have seemed to intervene over the years pushing the dream further away. This summer, I was given an opportunity to test the waters, so to speak. Through a community grant, I enrolled in an online program for Virtual Assistants. Years ago I enjoyed working from home and thought the skill set might be nice for the future. Thursday I picked up my diploma. Being completely online, it helped me gauge juggling coursework and life. I learned my brain doesn't test as it did in my teens and twenties! But I'm pleased with my overall completion. <br />
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Saturday I spent the day on a soggy farm with my sweetie driving, of all things, a tractor. <br />
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When he texted me the night before asking if I wanted to work, I sent a reply verifying he was talking to his wife. Sometimes he texts me when he intends to message Noah, or vice versa. And this sounded more like a Noah job. Though at the time I wasn't sure what I'd be doing, I said yes. It is his birthday weekend and no matter what we do, I enjoy time with him.<br />
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Waking early in the morning, he tells me to dress in clothes I don't care about and to plan on getting wet. Though I love the outdoors, I am not a fan of getting dirty. Or heavy physical labor. So, I went into the day with a few doubts and maybe even some negativity. <br />
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After learning I'd be driving a tractor, I laughed. Maybe out loud. <br />
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<br />joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-27501812537108671232018-09-17T16:12:00.002-07:002018-09-17T16:12:44.596-07:00Blue Bridge Bucket ListI've often admired runners. I'm not sure if the fascination came post or pre-wreck but since my injury, watching runners or even avid walkers is something I sometimes envy.<br />
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In your twenties, one never imagines themselves in a wheelchair. But I was. And due to extensive damage to my leg, I had to learn to walk again. I still vividly recall the progression of healing. Moving from hospital bed to wheelchair...to walker, to cane...and then a limp that never really seemed to leave, despite physical therapy. <br />
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Though it seemed forever and the days were long, it was only months spent confined. Yet, it was enough to be grateful daily for the freedoms many of us take for granted physically. <br />
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The first time I was able to drag myself to the car and into the driver's seat, I sobbed. That simple act, something I'd done hundreds of times before without a thought took so much effort. <br />
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Steps were my nemesis. Still are. Going down is more difficult than up, which may seem odd to someone who has never suffered from knee issues. But when flexibility and range of motion are altered a downward step isn't done with the ease it once was. <br />
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Though only one leg was injured in the crash both feel the pains, as the stronger took on the weight of both and quickly became worn. Exercise, though an activity I used to enjoy, isn't easy. My legs will usually tire out long before my drive and determination do. <br />
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For a few years, I simply gave up when it came to walking (or my health). Sitting on the sidelines, though not where I wanted to be, was where I could be found. <br />
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Last fall, during a camping trip with my family, I surprised them by suggesting a hike. Wanting to see Cumberland Falls, I had my mind set on navigating steps, regardless of the pain it might cause. To everyone's surprise, I did much better than expected, mostly due to getting a jump on weight loss a few months prior. <br />
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Since then, I've noticed my stride and speed improving. My posture more erect and confident. It's amazing how much your bones appreciate not carrying around extra baggage!<br />
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Saturday would see another check on my bucket list by walking across the blue bridge during its annual closure. <br />
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Though I didn't participate in the 5k (next year goals!) I did make it across and back in one piece. <br />
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Yes, my legs burned and my hiney wasn't happy that night but it actually felt good to have that type of pain. Instead of pain from inflammation, fluid retention and injury, it was discomfort from muscles being worked. And I can brag I walked across a river and two states! ;)<br />
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It was a highlight joyful moment from a busy, blessed weekend. But I couldn't have done it without strength from God, a total focus on my health, and a super-supportive spouse.<br />
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joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-14248644566671337372018-09-07T18:33:00.001-07:002018-09-09T14:07:11.928-07:00A Week of SeptemberSeptember marks the beginning of my favorite time of year. As if on cue with the flipping of a calendar, the landscape changes. Leaves are turning...pops of Autumn hues show up in fields and forests...and the weather softens, <i>just a bit.</i><br />
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We're a week into September and I've been blessed with many joys already.<br />
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Tim and I lingered on the first day of the month, enjoying coffee on our deck. (Well, actually, I had tea as I'm on a chai kick right now.) But the rain clouds held off long enough for us to sit outside, listening to church bells in the distance. Such a simple morning but one of my favorite ways to start the day.<br />
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Saturday evening, we met up with our son and his girlfriend for a double date. It isn't often all our schedules coordinate and it was nice to spend time with them. We have twenty-plus years on their relationship but watching the two lovebirds whisper and holds hands in the booth reminded us of our early days together.<br />
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Labor Day wasn't anything traditional but somehow ours never are. Tim had to work so I visited my Grandma, Aunt, and family. If you have grandparents still living, I hope you treasure them as much as I do.<br />
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Mine is 89 and spunky as ever. She wanted to spend the day getting her ears pierced so that is just what we did.<br />
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Decades ago, her first piercing was done by her sister with a potato. I'm not sure if she had a professional one down the line but a few months ago she accidentally pulled and tore the lobe in her sleep. That alone sounds painful enough to me but ever the example of strength, she never flinched during the procedure. The biggest struggle was getting her to accept the price inflation! It took some coupon and finagling but she was happy in the end.<br />
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Of course, I'm biased but isn't she the cutest?<br />
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I love the atmosphere, the smiles on the vendors' faces and the variety of samplings we find. Today was extra joyful because of a box of super powerful berries I spied and snatched right up with a smile.<br />
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For the past few years, I've read about the benefits of elderberries. Last year, I considered ordering some syrup online but because I wasn't sure of the ingredients and if it was watered down, I passed. Learning that one of my favorite vendors would have some today set me off on a mission.<br />
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Though I have never done it, I was determined to create elderberry syrup as an added way to boost our immune system this fall and winter. <br />
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From the <a href="http://www.medicalmedium.com/blog/elderberry-syrup" target="_blank">Medical Medium</a>: Elderberries contain special proteins and bioflavonoids that have the ability to destroy viruses on contact that infect cells in the body. Elderberries are also known to have the ability to significantly enhance immune function by boosting the production of cytokines in the body. In addition, they are very beneficial for bronchial and respiratory problems and can help loosen and expel congestion in the lungs. Elderberry syrup is also rich in vitamin C and a wealth of other critical vitamins, minerals, antioxidants, and many other nutrients. Plain and simple, our ancestors knew best.<br />
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Canning has always been on my bucket list of things to learn to do. Today, I got close and definitely spent the afternoon being productive for our health. <br />
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Searching recipes online, I knew I needed local honey and much to my dismay that vendor did not set up at today's market. But thanks to Facebook and some sweet friends, it was a matter of minutes before I located several other choices.<br />
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Home from the market, Tim and I sat down and began to pluck teeny berries off the bundles of branches from the box. This was not a quick process but as my fingers turned purple and our colanders began to fill, I was prayerfully thankful to have this bounty and work to do today. <br />
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The empty bushes were just as pretty, as the once green limbs were naturally dyed a brilliant violet hue. I truly pondered keeping them, drying the stems out, and using in a wreath but wasn't sure how they held up. Maybe next year...<br />
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From the box, I yielded about 8 cups of berries, which were then washed and put on the stove to boil. About an hour later, using a cheesecloth, I strained them into a bowl ready for the final steps. Once cool, I added raw honey and essential oils, lemon, and cinnamon, which all have antioxidant support.<br />
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Now, I have a beautiful tie-dyed cloth, several jars of goodness and the pride in knowing I've accomplished something worthwhile for my family. <br />
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Have you ever made or tried elderberry syrup? I'm fascinated with natural options to support our health and the power that food has to heal. God put every little thing on this earth to help us if we only take the time to learn and listen.<br />
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joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-72484681383200259132018-08-11T23:45:00.003-07:002018-08-11T23:45:37.154-07:00Dance Like Nobody's WatchingOne of our favorite pastimes this summer has been heading a few blocks downtown to hear local talent play outdoors. The concerts are free, which is an added bonus, but we just enjoy the atmosphere for an easy and enjoyable date night.<br />
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A side street is blocked off, nestling you between brick buildings that bounce the sounds of whatever style of music is offered each Friday night. <br />
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The crowds have been small, the only disappointment, as we wish the community would support small-town efforts more. But then again, not having to fight a crowd and feeling like you are attending an inclusive concert is also part of what makes it special.<br />
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We almost missed this past one, forgetting as it isn't an every week event. On the way home from the movies, I received a notification reminder so we dropped in at the last minute. Though I'm ever the planner, there is joy to be had in an impromptu outing.<br />
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Singing along with every tune, I began people watching and noticed a curly-headed toddler enjoying the show. He was clapping and bouncing to the beat, oblivious of his cuteness or the attention he was drawing. His enthusiasm was infectious and I soon found myself grinning ear to ear.<br />
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A bit later, another child a few steps up began to dance. She twirled and rocked, waved her arms and jumped around happy as can be. <br />
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Neither of these kids paid any mind to the people around them. They didn't care what other's opinions might be. They didn't worry if they looked silly or wore the right shirt. They weren't distracted by anything and were fully present. They simply found joy <span style="background-color: #f6d5d9;">IN </span>the moment. <br />
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It was a pleasant reminder of true joy. Joy unharnessed by any restrictions or rules. Joy in just being. <i>We could learn a lot from a child...</i><br />
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<br />joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-90068736972454953622018-08-08T08:33:00.001-07:002018-08-08T08:33:27.931-07:00Be StillHave you ever turned down the radio when you're trying to find something while driving? Or just needed to quiet things in order to think?<br /><br />
Yesterday I got caught in a downpour and turned my radio off so I could concentrate and see the road. Since I'd already scanned the stations for warnings, as tree limbs slung around me, finding none I felt the need for peace to drive.<br />
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After about 10 minutes and upon topping a hill, I found retreat. Clouds broke and all was calm. With my radio still off, lowering my wipers, I drove the rest of the way in silence. <br />
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<b><i>But the peace spoke volumes...</i></b><br />
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It made we wonder how often we miss things due to the chaos and noise of this world. Everywhere we are something is striving for our attention. Whether visually or through sound, we're attacked with news, advertisements, gossip and more. <br />
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The barrage of noise we encounter daily reminds me of those annoying wind dancers that flop and wiggle on the side of the road. Most of it is useless and just a distraction from the better things in life.<br />
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As I continued to drive in silent peace, my thoughts went to a simpler life, before car radios even existed. I wondered how much more time was spent in prayer and talks with God when not faced with the noisiness of this world. <br />
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And as beautiful fog lifted from beneath the trees and rays of sun began to peak from stormy clouds, I heard the scripture, "Be Still" from within my soul.<br />
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All of this lasted less than 10 minutes but had a profound and lasting effect on the rest of my day. It reminded me of the continuous need to slow down, be still and rest in Him. Not just as I start or finish my day but all throughout it. In the silence, I am joyfully awaiting what I will hear.</div>
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Yesterday I spent over two hours on my deck watching the world awake. There was a hint of fall in the air, though it is mid-July. Fog nestled near dew-kissed grass as winged friends stretched their feathers and sang good morning.<br />
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With a steaming cup of milky tea, I lingered enjoying simply being present.<br />
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This time of year would normally mean preparing for school to begin. Though my youngest will start college soon it is different now. We have done our part as parents to prepare him for this next phase in life and so now we wait in the background, quietly supportive on the directions he will take.<br />
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Because of traveling this weekend, I missed hearing our sermon so worship was held outside. I often do my morning devotion outdoors, if the weather allows. A bird joined me for most of it, turning his head at times as if he were learning.<br />
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The end of summer can be a fresh start for many and also a time of worry or anticipation. The beginning of a busy season with structured chaos. It can be easy to wish the days away and long for rest from the weekend. Budgets may be tighter as holidays approach. We can begin to worry about having enough.</div>
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Whatever anxiety you may be facing in this changing season, my prayer is that you will find peace. Enjoy this moment. Trust in the now. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The girl on the left lived in daily, chronic pain. It hurt to walk, even just across the room, often feeling like stabbing knives when attempting. Most days, that girl had to will herself out of bed, even though it also hurt to be in bed. Often it was hard to breathe. Sometimes she wondered if she would die because of her weight. That girl would look in the mirror and wonder where she went. She lived in anger for where she was and how she'd let her body down.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the past, I tried to do it all at once. Inevitably, if I tried to include working out my knee would soon give out and set me back, which would send me spiraling and I would give up. So what if I only worked on nutrition? Would it really make a difference?</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;">One year later, I can testify without a doubt, it has! There may be progress seen visually in the side by side but what is felt most is the difference internally. When you eat better, you <b><i>feel </i></b>better! </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;">People ask what I did/am doing. The short and simple...JUST EAT REAL FOOD! Shop the perimeter of the store -or better yet the farmers market. Fresh is best. However, for me, eliminating sugar and processed "foods" has been life-changing. I am no longer tempted by junk because my body knows and recognizes it for what it is. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">About six months into my journey I was hit with another obstacle, being diagnosed with </span><a href="https://ocmonitor.com/2018/03/30/tiny-tick-big-trouble/" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: #20124d;">Alpha-Gal</span></b></a><span style="color: #1d2129;">. The daily habits that were working for me now had to be paused and adjusted. Being seriously allergic to foods caused anxiety and I was forced to make even simpler choices. Around that time I discovered juicing (celery) and began following the advice from Medical Medium. Again, evidence of God helping me through.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm so thankful that one year ago today, I bravely took that first step. It was the first day of the <b><i>best </i></b>of my life.</span>joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-13955833973003611932018-07-10T14:02:00.001-07:002018-07-10T14:02:28.564-07:00Bittersweet BirthdayMost of the time we think of our son, Austin, as forever 14, since that was our last birthday with him, in 2008. He passed just four months later.<br />
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Yet, as our youngest grows, we are forced to wonder what Austin would look like at the age he would now be. And his birthday is always a day to reflect on who how things might be if he were still here.<br />
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I've never really known how to celebrate his birthday as he's no longer with us. While we want to acknowledge the life we shared, it is hard to feel joyful when the loss is so present. July 8 will always be bittersweet.<br />
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Family has only gathered on his birthday once, on what would've been his 16th. All other years his day has been quietly observed by just the three of us. Never knowing how one of us might feel, this has been somewhat simpler, though at times makes me sad.<br />
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The first birthday after we planted a tree in his memory and it has continued to grow, showering down cascades of beautiful red blooms - always the week of July 8. Other years we have spent the day in nature, sent up balloons or paper lanterns, visited a <a href="https://joyfulchallenge.blogspot.com/2014/07/goosebumps-at-ballpark.html" target="_blank">ballpark</a>, and painted rocks for kids to find. Often, we will donate something in the amount of his age. On his 21st, Noah paid for 21 snow cones at a local summer shack. This year, we donated to a fundraiser for a family that suffered a recent tragedy. Just small ways to keep his memory alive.<br />
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Every year we are sent sweet signs - <i>hugs from above</i> we call them, where we strongly feel his presence or something will remind of us him. We feel it is Austin's way of saying hello and he loves us. This year was no different.<br />
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His birthday fell on a Sunday so we went to church as normal, though I'm always worried about public outings on such a trigger-filled occasion. Noah actually declined going, for what I thought to be the work week catching up to him at the time. Tim and I, along with my mom, wore "Austin shirts" - matching Ts we had made after losing him and a way to raise funds for his scholarship fund. And it didn't take five minutes for someone to make a snide remark, not realizing the symbolism to why we wore them. So Tim sat steaming during worship, as tears fell for me. ...Not quite the way I wanted to start the service.<br />
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But as we sat, the needed whispers came bringing peace to still us.<br />
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The pastor announced good news that between VBS and a mission trip, 14 kids had given their hearts to Jesus. This was over the course of a couple weeks so the timing seemed quite perfect, given it was shared on Austin's birthday. 14...Tim and I smiled knowingly at each other and settled in to hear the message.<br />
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Sometimes sermons sting, especially when you are coping with loss. I can recall one shortly after losing him that I actually walked out -because I couldn't hear the phrase, "mom prayed hard enough to bring her back" one more time. But this day, it was just the wording we needed. <br />
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The title was "God WILL give you more than you can handle."<br />
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There's enough I can say about the opposite of that (and something we've been told more times than I can count) it has spurred an upcoming post for <a href="https://stillstandingmag.com/author/heather/" target="_blank">Still Standing magazine</a>. Stay tuned... But for now, I'll just say it was soothing to have our pastor speak to the topic on this specific day.<br />
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As we traveled out of the way for lunch, we passed a favorite spot of mine I drive by when working. It is on a stretch of road with no available turn offs so I can only enjoy it while whizzing by. We both commented about how beautiful it was and wanting to take a picture on the way home. Since Tim was driving on our way back, I needed him to pass it and turn around so that I was closest to the window for a good shot. During the U-turn I noticed the mile marker - 23. The biggest symbolic number we have for Austin, his old jersey and favorite digits. <br />
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We shared memories of him on our drive and noticed how all the songs seemed to be his favorites, as if he were sending a playlist for us to enjoy. Returning home, we opted to spend the remainder of the day at rest and it seemed "ok" for a day we tread lightly each year. </div>
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And then I realized my baby didn't go to church because the day hit him hard. Sometimes, as parents, you are so focused on your spouse/self and the feelings you might have, you forget about how others might be dealing with grief. For Noah, the years have seemed to grow harder as he ages. Perhaps it is because now is the stage where he and his brother could really run around together. Now is the stage he could be an uncle and spend time with a family that will never get to be. Now is the stage where a young man could use the advice and quality time with a big brother. And that breaks my heart all over again. If you are the praying type, I would ask that you send up some for my guy in this stage of his life. </div>
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Tim and I celebrated our Silver anniversary last week with a romantic getaway in Brown County, Indiana. And what a beautiful setting it was...<br />
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Part of the fun of vacation for me is researching new places to visit and discovering stops in all the nooks and crannies along the way. Having never been, but often recommended, Nashville, Indiana - or "The Little Smokies" as it is known seemed like the perfect place for two lovebirds.</div>
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I couldn't have written a better location to celebrate our 25th. Full of history and ambiance, we lingered over our farm-to-table feast by candlelight. After dinner, strolling the town felt like we stepped back in time. The early 1900s is one of my favorite decades and I could envision what life might have been like then.<br />
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<br />joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-56965329619189049112018-06-25T16:41:00.000-07:002018-06-25T16:41:37.066-07:00I'd Ruther go to Druther'sAfter twenty-plus years of Father's days, it becomes difficult to do something new. This dad, in particular, doesn't wear a tie. The key to my hubby's heart is food so we normally will cook him some type of feast. The past couple of years, having a chef-to-be in the house, Noah has cooked his Father's Day meal.<br />
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This year though, we wanted to surprise him with a road trip. And we were successful.<br />
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A heat wave rolled in just in time for the weekend but it actually helped our surprise. Our church has three services and we normally attend the latest because we Sunday is about our only day of the week to linger and sleep in a bit. But that weekend, I mentioned to Tim that it might be best to go to the first before the church got hot. Ever the flexible fella, he agreed.<br />
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Little did he know, it made our plans easier to kidnap and escape after service!<br />
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He figured something was up because Noah rode to church with us when he usually drives himself. (Guess it isn't cool to ride up with the parental units!) All joking aside, he often picks up a friend or two. But this day, he drove us. We just mentioned that we might grab a bite to eat after when he questioned it.<br />
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Once church was over, Noah entered an address on his GPS and we set out for our adventure. As we turned an out-of-the-ordinary way on the parkway, Tim was confused.<br />
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"Where are ya'll taking me?" he laughed. And then he realized why I asked if he needed to pee before we left church.<br />
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We giggled and told him to settle in for a long drive. About thirty minutes in, Tim acted like he knew where we were going but I knew there wasn't any way he would.<br />
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Just as he was about to burst -from anticipation and the need to relieve himself, we entered the parking lot.<br />
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"Hey, it's a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/DruthersRestaurant/" target="_blank"><b><i>Druthers</i></b></a>!" he said, surprised because there's only one left in the world. And then it dawned on him we weren't just making a pit stop, this was our destination.<br />
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Just a fast food dive to most people, Druthers had a cult following back in the day. It began as a Burger Queen and was a popular place in the 70s and early 80s. And it was where my hubby got his first job.<br />
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Still in High School, he'd walk the block or two after classes and work until close. In our area, we haven't one open in over thirty years. We knew this one still existed just a couple hours away and had been on our bucket list but hadn't got around to visiting. Father's Day seemed like the perfect time to check it off.<br />
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Thanks to the cheap prices they still offer, we were able to offer a buffet-style sampling for Tim to take a culinary trip down memory lane. Noah matched him bite for bite and they were both belly-busting full by the time we left. Tim happily snored half the way home so I'd count it as a successful surprise.<br />
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I was just grateful for another year to celebrate. Last Father's Day was a scary one, Tim just recently released from the hospital. He's had a rough couple years health-wise with no real answers. And to a momma who lost her son to an "unknown virus" to say anxiety and fears have been high, would be an understatement. Watching them in the car on the way up, I was reminded of last year's attempt of an outing. We made it to the restaurant before Tim had a breathing attack and became too ill to enjoy the day.<br />
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<br />joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-69729132648664216052018-06-11T08:07:00.003-07:002018-06-11T08:07:30.663-07:00Joy DrowningYesterday was <i>one of those days</i>. <br />
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Waking up before dawn, to see our son off to work, we realized how nice it was outside. Like unheard-of-June-nice. Normally, summer mornings in Kentucky hit your face the moment you open the door. But yesterday, it was surprisingly pleasant and we wanted to soak it up fully.<br />
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Sundays are normally short for us, as that begins Tim's work week. After church and a nap to prepare for the night shift, we only get a few hours together. <br />
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Taking advantage of the extra time, we opted to load up the boat and enjoy the morning on the water. The river is my happy place, provided the weather cooperates. I love to fish but not to sweat! After we got settled in our spot, I actually felt we'd under-dressed, as it was a tad cool in the shade. Unlike most boat outings, we began searching for sunny areas to fish.<br />
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Calm water, cool breeze, blue skies...the picture-perfect backdrop for our day date. <br />
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<b>Until it wasn't.</b><br />
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I'm terrified of snakes. Like, change the channel if one is on tv, make a U-turn if one is the road, goosebump shivering kind of fear. Years and years ago when we were dating (our first fishing date), a snake snuck into the car while we were unpacking. On the ride home, what I first thought was a rolling Moutain Dew bottle, began to slither up between my legs. Tim, thinking it was a bee (to which is he allergic), stopped the car, got out and left me inside! Yes, I still married him anyway...he did eventually come to my rescue.<br />
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So anyway, since that day snakes and I are not friends. And the boat, though I love it, causes me to see more snakes than I prefer. A few years ago, we were boating and Tim says, "Heather, don't move." Well, this sends me into a state of panic and I wind up face-planted in the bottom of the boat. Since then he's learned better ways of warning me and, as long as I see them first and can keep my distance, I am <i>somewhat </i>ok. Honestly, the past couple years the boys have been surprised at my calm composure. In fact, I'd gotten so comfortable I could now turn my back to the water while fishing.<br />
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Which was the case yesterday, when I had my back at the bow of the boat, fishing off to my left. Noticing movement at the side, my mouth caught up with my brain in time to say, "Snake!" as I stood.<br />
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Tim paused for a moment, probably wondering how I would react. I stayed relatively calm until it started inching its way in what appeared to be an attempt to enter our boat. Whacking the water with my pole, in an effort to scare it away only made it mad....or more curious. It went under and back out, circling our boat and taunting me. And then Tim shot it. <br />
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Chair now turned around to the water, pole down, I was a bit unsettled. My eyes kept scanning the water, heart racing each time a tree limb floated by. Try as I may to shake the fear, it had returned with a vengeance. Between that and the impending weather, we opted to turn in early.<br />
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On our way back, I mentioned to Tim that he needed to hit a bank for a potty break before we reached the boat dock (which no bathhouse exists). Whether it was my nerves or lack of balance from a weak left side, I was more unsteady than usual as I raised up to prepare for a rest stop. Wobbling, I could quickly tell I was about to go head first into the river.<br />
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What happened next was in slow-motion, both for me and hubby witnessing the ordeal. Trying to catch my balance, I grabbed everything I could find, including my chair, which collapsed in the commotion. Somehow, that process shot my phone out of the chair, over our heads, and into the river. Clinging onto the side I watched my pink wallet case plop and sink out of reach. <br />
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Jesus may have walked on water but listening to the church podcast on my phone, didn't keep it from sinking!<br />
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At this point, I'm sobbing, more from the shock of everything but also because the pain of my fall now caught up with me. Somehow in trying not to fall, I probably hurt myself more. Something hit my shin, of course in the leg I already have damage to, and I'm bruised all over. But at this point, the scare of the snake, injury, and the realization that not just my phone but every card and ID I own is in the bottom of the river, broke me.<br />
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The only good that came from the escapade is that we made it back to the bank and into the truck just before a torrential storm hit. Well, and that we'll have a funny story to share all summer.<br />
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I would include some great photos of Tim and me, the beautiful river and landscapes, as well as some awesome up-close pics I captured of a dragonfly who rested on my leg but, you know, they are a little wet...and lost! Instead, I'll drop one that I posted that morning before the dunking. <br />
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<i>Yes, I get the irony.</i></div>
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<i>Oh, and if you had my number, could you text me your name? </i></div>
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<i>Losing my contacts from the past decade has been rough...</i></div>
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<i>but, it coulda been worse and there's always JOY to be found!</i></div>
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<br />joyfulchallengehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07233211059318873443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192163000641939055.post-32417851083975435632018-05-30T08:25:00.004-07:002018-05-30T08:25:47.460-07:00Pomp and CircumstanceMy baby flew the nest on Friday night. Once an eagle, always an eagle, but no longer a high school student.<br />
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I sat with family and a few thousand friends in a packed gym watching my guy walk the line with one of his best pals. And much to my surprise, <i>I didn't cry.</i><br />
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Perhaps because that ugly cry came on Wednesday night. Around 11pm, he headed to the senior campout, a tradition where the kids all gather at the high school, play a few pranks, and "sleep" on campus so they can pick their seat for graduation. When the door shut, it dawned on me that morning was the last morning I would ever wake him up for class. Cue the tears.<br />
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I'm not sure why that symbolism started the waterworks but for the next hour or so I sobbed into my pillow as the last 18 years flooded me with memories.<br />
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When you are knee-deep in diapers, everyone tells you how fast the years will go but you don't fully realize it until they are teens and you're willing time to slow down. Yet, as much as I miss those baby days, I really enjoy the young man he's become.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3-QPu4dO8be2xErDIRj4q5ocOunb2RiYgbeOHi-gAxA8ybQQ0fSKMO3n9UtgyLMMEmbw30ptJ_cNtPKCeuWEexjUph4MjBWINYhu68KLyaYvpb4IRXcH5OYnXVWfhoGQhTg02Gbeq8U/s1600/chef+hat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3-QPu4dO8be2xErDIRj4q5ocOunb2RiYgbeOHi-gAxA8ybQQ0fSKMO3n9UtgyLMMEmbw30ptJ_cNtPKCeuWEexjUph4MjBWINYhu68KLyaYvpb4IRXcH5OYnXVWfhoGQhTg02Gbeq8U/s320/chef+hat.jpg" width="240" /></a>The entire week has been filled with milestones. From fretting over finals and getting texts of relief, celebratory lunches, Baccalaureate service, cap and gown pictures, Project Graduation, to hosting a house of excited boys all weekend, this momma is blessedly pooped. And her son has to be too. He has, after all, been up with very little sleep for four days in a row!<br />
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As such, Monday was most certainly a day of rest. Noah and I stopped at the downtown Memorial day parade and snuck off for sushi, while hubby slept. We were able to all gather for a quiet dinner before hitting the new week, watching the finale of "The Middle;" which was symbolically similar to what we were experiencing. Babies leaving the nest...<br />
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It may be summer but our guy has a wonderful job and will be pulling lots of hours now that school is out. This morning was his first day of reality. Though I set an emergency backup alarm, this momma was proud to see that he was already up, showered, and eating cereal when I checked on him. So, I went back to bed!<br />
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Looking back, the weekend wasn't anything like I expected but it was beautifully wonderful. I'm so excited for what the future holds that I can't spend time being weepy or sad of him growing up on me. He brings me such joy, no matter what stage of life we're in!<br />
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