People should really say what they mean and mean what they say.  Words are powerful… at least they can be.  I put a lot of stock in words so when someone speaks to me, I take them at their word.  This comes up because today I was told by someone,  “I wish you success…” and then he proceeded to do everything possible to lay a path of destruction in front of me.  I looked up the word wish in the dictionary.  Yes, I know what it means but I wanted to see it defined.  Indulge me.  It means to want, desire or to long for. This person’s actions mean exactly the opposite of what he said. So essentially, he is a liar. And that’s the way I see it… that black and white… be genuine, be truthful, be honest, act with integrity.  The only other option is to be a liar.  {Exit soapbox}

image[Dogs are always honest]


I wish…

…that I knew what my dog was thinking.
…that others were as considerate as I try to be.
…that macaroni and cheese was calorie free.
…that money really did grow on trees.
…that airfare was cheaper.
…that all my friends and family lived next door.
…that I enjoyed drinking water as much as I do coffee and diet coke.
…that I could visit the ocean every day.
…that the sun didn’t burn.
…that it was spring all year long.
…that flowers never died.
…that I actually enjoyed exercise.
…that gum didn’t run out of flavor so quickly.
…that I could still talk to my Mom on the phone.
…that we had a cure for selfishness.
…that violence didn’t exist.
…that prejudice and racism would disappear.
…that every person knew what it felt like to be loved unconditionally.
…that I could always be a light and example to those that are watching.
…that hurting people could all experience the healing love of Christ.


Mother’s Day

Thinking of my beautiful Mom a lot lately. It’s been over 3 years now. I was reading this post again that I wrote on my first Mother’s day without her. I continue to be inspired by her quiet yet powerful legacy.

Soapbox Glory

Mother’s Day 2012…a bittersweet day for me and my sister and brother. We lost our mother to this world on March 20, 2012 at 12:20am. We were all 3 with her…holding her, touching her, loving her, letting her go. I spent the last 6 hours or so of my Mom’s life by her bedside. She was not conscience. But I know she knew I was there. She heard my voice and the voices of my brother and sister. In all the hours we spent with her, she only moved one time…when I asked her to let me know she knew I was there by moving her eyes back and forth or fluttering her eyes. She did it. She did it one time and one time only. But it was enough for me.

I miss the sound of her voice. I miss knowing that I could call her any time of…

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I wanted to share these words from my beautiful sister’s most recent blog entry. Have a blessed Christmas!

Jane's Unsound Mind

425469_10151242406834219_536542975_nWho am I?
I am brave.
I am a free spirit.
I am beautifully imperfect.
I am loving.
I am wonderfully weird.
I am a daydreamer.
I am real…what you see is what you get.
I am my mother’s daughter.
– Jane Emily

Yesterday I was in a store and I walked past a mirror and had to do a double take. I look so much like my mom that I thought I was seeing her for a moment. Looking back, I realize I WAS seeing her. Her beautiful face looks out through my own. We share so many of the same features. What a gift that was given to me. Now, when I am missing her, all I have to do is look in the mirror because there she is, looking right back at me. She left her mark on my life in so many ways. She taught me…

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Things that inspire

I know I’ve been rather extinct from the blogosphere lately. It’s been an emotionally taxing year to say the very least. But rather than leave my blog and readers high and dry, I thought I’d start dropping a few lines and phrases from time to time to show you what has inspired me.

Today, I was reading a book my Mom gave me last Christmas….one I didn’t pick up to start reading until I lost her in March. It’s a book called Kaleidoscope by Claire Cloninger. Here’s what caught my attention today:

“Elizabeth Barrett Browning once wrote:

‘Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God.’

I believe it is one of the great challenges of our humanity not to miss the heaven so close at hand. If we are ever to appreciate fully the outpouring of our Father’s love, we must learn to look up from our ritual preoccupation and delight in the beauty He has set before us.”

May you be inspired today to ‘look up’.

Look up…there’s beauty all around

A Blog About Books

A blog written by my lovely stepdaughter.

sexiest man alive?

If you’ve ever read some sort of series of books that you absolutely love you most likely will know what im talking about.

            Okay, so i just finished this book that i fell in love with after the first ten pages and me and my friend  were talking about the characters in the book. The leading male character was supposedly some muscle monkey that was built like a semi-truck and quote on quote “beautiful”, then she told me she had a HUGE book crush on him and that he was the sexiest man alive. THAT got me thinking for a moment, I mean have you ever really met a guy as perfect as the ones in your favorite novel? I certainly haven’t.

         We concluded, after a long period of debating I might add, that the perfect dream guy only exists in books. That may not be the case for you…

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Can I take a break please?

I have to say that this has been the most difficult year of my entire life. Its interesting…our business is doing well…my relationships with my step children have grown immensely. But in the midst of that, my family has suffered great sorrow. In January, we had to put Brutus to sleep. He was my sister’s 11-year old dog. He was family. It hurt so deeply. Two months later, we lost my mother…she was only 58…too young to leave this world. It was a tremendous shock that has left a huge hole in the heart of our family. If you’ve followed my blog, you’ve read about these losses and experienced some of that journey with me. Three weeks ago, we said good-bye to my mother-in-law…a beautiful woman whom I counted as a second mom.

It’s a strange feeling to be “motherless”. The selfish part of me wants them all back. Part of me wants to understand why. Why, in such a tiny span of time, did I have to lose so much? But the part of me that knows my Heavenly Father knows that they are with Him now. The part of me that loves deeply and selflessly would never want them to come back from where they are now…far from the hurts and sorrow of this old world. But I do miss them. And there’s still this hole in my heart that will always remain empty this side of Heaven.