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Quiet Month of November

It's been quiet here in this room. This room that I've created to share bits of me. I look back over the last couple weeks and I've missed three Five Minute Fridays. Even as much as I love these writing exercises I just couldn't find the desire to write. I could list my excuses such as an online class I'm taking this month that includes reading and a weekly paper to write. I could blame my month of writing, those 31 days of blogging which I loved doing, however that commitment left my house and other necessary work in a bit of a shambles from 31 days of neglect.

I think my silence here goes a little deeper then being busy. During October, while writing each day, a voice silently whispered in the back of my head, "What's this all for?" When I started this blog my wish was to encourage others. To share the things in life that I was learning. To teach and inspire. Yet somehow along the way I lost my inspiration. I've been humbled as I search my heart…

Giving Thanks

Sunday blessings as I reflect on my weekend:


199. Date Night with my darling son. I'm not sure why he's looking so forlorn because he really was excited for Medieval Feast that we were attending. 



200. Our Saturday night routine is attending church followed by dinner at church.While hubs and I have dinner my son heads off to Student Ministry activities. After dinner, my husband and I have an hour to "kill" before Isaiah is done which usually involves grocery shopping. I enjoy my Saturday night date night with my husband even if it includes dinner with others and grocery shopping.  


201. Instead of grocery shopping last night, Barry and I wandered a few stores at a local strip mall. I ooh'd over pretties at Pier One, we scrounged the Dollar Store for great deals (we left empty handed), and joked about the "stylish" clothes at Savers (thrift store). 



202. Going to church on Saturday night allows me to sleep in on Sunday mornings. After a week of rising early,…

This Week's Menu Plan

Monday (Boy Scouts) 
                Lunch: Brats, homemade fries (baked in bacon fat...so good!), banana
                Dinner: Pork Roast, potatoes, carrots in the crock pot.

Tuesday (Online class for me/Bible Study for my boys)
                Lunch: Leftover brats diced into homemade Macaroni and Cheese, peas, apples
                Dinner: Stuffed Shells with Marinara (homemade spaghetti from the freezer), salad, garlic bread

Wednesday (Church Night) ~ this night always seems more rushed so it's been designated as "Soup Night"
                Lunch: Leftover Stuffed Shells, corn and pears
                Dinner: Chicken and Rice Soup

Thursday (NIGHT AT HOME!! WAHOO)
                Lunch: Leftover soup and PB&J Sandwiches, apples
                Dinner: hmm..haven't decided yet. I'm thinking the Monday night's roast will either turn into stew or pork fried rice. 

Friday (Date night for Mama and The Boy)
              Lunch: PIZZA FRIDAY! Pizza, apples, carrots a…

Roots

It's Friday, a joyous day to sing praises after a long week of work and activities and a day in which I join a community of writers to spend five minutes writing without fear. No fear of errors. Perfect grammar, punctuation and spelling are not needed here. No fears of sharing my heart. This morning, after seeing Lisa-Jo's (our fabulous hostess) prompt word, I headed straight to biblegateway.com to find the verse that would inspire and shape my words. 

The verse from Jeremiah, as well as my (borrowed) prayer at the end were not included in my five minutes but only used as "framing" for my five minute of words. 


Jeremiah 17:5-10
This is what the Lord says: Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who draws strength from mere flesh
and whose heart turns away from the Lord.
That person will be like a bush in the wastelands; they will not see prosperity when it comes. They will dwell in the parched places of the desert, in a salt land where no one lives.
But blessed is the one who …

A Welcoming Rest

I am so thankful that I can give God my days. The hard days. The days when my chest aches from various burdens, burdens of the heart. It's often difficult to find gratitude in days such as these however I know, a deep down in my heart knowledge, that HE will bring me through the hard days to days when the sun will shine brightly. And those bright, sunshiny, happy days will seem all the more brighter because I have seen and lived through the gray, cloudy, hard days. Thank you, God, for the end of a hard day, for rest for this weary soul, and for a new day dawning in tomorrow.