A quick and handy guide to get your lists and life under the control of a life-settling Savior!
Gardens settle my heart. When I was forced to move, my wise friend and sister told me, “Laurie you need a place to dig in the dirt.” And so began my therapy. It was a hard deadline. Two barns, a garage, a basement, fifteen rooms, forty-plus years of life had to be vacated . … Continue reading Healing Garden
✅ Worried? ✅ Worn out? ✅ Write it down! Write is number six on my Top Ten List for Coping. I write a lot. In 1963, when I was 7, my Grandad handed me a little General Electric notebook. It was a tiny, bound datebook, an early advertising give-away. To me...it was a treasure. I … Continue reading Top Ten Tips on Coping! #6 Write!
I’ve got pretty good vision, but I’ve been having trouble seeing lately. There’s a drape of confusion and pain covering stuff around me and, I have to admit, it’s hard for me to see beyond my loss. God’s patient with me, though. He’ll help me figure it out. God will help you figure … Continue reading Looking Beyond Loss
Sometimes I walk a windswept beach. An orange ball dips. Golden light settles on the horizon. Sunset prize over, other beach walkers move back inside. I’m alone. I walk and let the dark shore cloak me. Peace pulls at my toes. Weary waves sing me home. Sometimes I walk down 21 stairsteps to a mosaic … Continue reading Don’t Worry: Walk!
I will not lose my song. At 65 I can’t remember where I left my keys, but I can remember every word of a Broadway showtune. Since I was little, I loved to sing. I believe singing is a God gift. God gave me a little body and a big mouth - What can I … Continue reading I Will Not Lose My Song
(****This is the second post in my series on How to Cope with Tough Times****) I’m not a dancer but I love to dance. Most of my movements are deemed goofy by my kids. As a matter of fact, for about 20 years, while they were home, I relegated dancing to the basement. … Continue reading When in Doubt…Dance
I can’t say the word: “whimsical” without smiling. There’s something about the word. Whimsy is like a joyful secret no one knows but you. ✅ When times are tough, it doesn’t hurt to be a bit whimsical. ✅ Celebrate the silliness of the senses. ✅ Notice the music of the mundane. ✅ … Continue reading Whimsical
✅ I’ve always jokingly referred to myself as a cracked pot ✅ Little did I know I’d be shattered ✅ For the past two years, I’ve dealt with the cold, cruel chaos of trauma. ✅ Some of you know...some of you don’t...My love of 40 years chose to walk away from our marriage . … Continue reading Cracked to Shattered…and Back Again
I’ve love watching the corn. Corn grew steady and tall, like soldiers guarding country roads. The beautiful green stalks could be a hideout. Once, I climbed in. Nestled there in the whispering row, I found peace. I loved the corn and the tall shelter it provided. But now, it’s harvest time. The harvesters … Continue reading Heads Bowed…Harvest Time
Confessions of a Type A Woman 