Thursday, December 22, 2011


. . . Imagine . . .

Have you ever wondered what you would do if you came home for Christmas to find a 'for sale' sign in your front yard? Nothing in the cupboards. No food.  No dishes, pots or pans. No carpet on the floor. No bedding or basic living necessities. No furnishings or family pictures on the walls.  An empty shell of what you remembered home should be. Cold. Unfamiliar.

Have you ever imagined cringing at the word 'home'?

Imagine if one of your loved ones suddenly disappeared.  Their absence would leave a gaping hole in all holiday festivities.  You would start remembering things you did together.  Like 'that was the Christmas ornament they gave me when . . .'  Or  'last year we baked Christmas cookies together'.  Or  'I never would have gotten away with this if he/she were here.'    Everyday tasks would drag out another dusty memory from the past.  Simple things have significant impacts that link the tradition to the heart.

Although your parents wake you for church the day after getting home, please cherish that. When you have to stay home and babysit while others are out, make the best of it.

Remember the smells of home and the way the fire crackles on the hearth. Observe how the warm glow casts flickering shadows across the faces of your loved ones.

Warm bread, fresh out of the oven.  The poignant smell of balsam fir in the living room.  Excitement in the air.  Snowflakes leaving yet another pure white blanket.  Bing Crosby singing classics somewhere in the background.

Sit close to mom, put your arm around her, tell her how much she means to you; it may be the last chance to share your heart.  Give dad a hug, laugh at his lame jokes.  Help out mom by setting the table and taking out the trash.  Help out dad by changing the oil and accompanying him to the local hardware store when something breaks down.  Play a game with your little siblings . . . your time alone means the world to them.

 . . . take time to imagine.  you may wake up and the world could be an entirely different place . . .

Be Grateful.

Monday, October 31, 2011

The Ocean


Silken waves lapped against the shore.  Sea birds danced in the crisp wind.  I didn’t want to leave.  The ocean seemed to vanish all other thoughts and worries as time stood still.  The sun began to set, touching every wave, giving way to shadows and the realization that all good things come to an end. I wriggled my toes, loving the feel of the cool sand beneath my feet. 

Beachcombers strolled along the edge of the water.  Some were couples and linked hands as they walked towards the sunset.  Others preferred to journey alone.  Children left their sandcastles for the safety of their parents’ arms. 

Sand pipers jigged across the sand.  As the tide rolled in, the last of the jelly fish succumbed to the watery depths.  Grandma and I headed back to the truck.  We were both reluctant to leave that glimpse of heaven.  The sand shifted with each step.  Our shadows disappeared with the sun; the moon decided to venture out of her cloudy hiding place. 

My heart waved goodbye.

Everything was okay.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Always Hope

Midterms are over!  Praise God . . . my friends and I celebrated at least three times already.  One test was conquered and the other hasn't been graded yet.

Have you ever noticed that life has critical points?  The pressure is applied and everything comes crashing down at once.  I can almost guarantee that a college student's life will become increasingly difficult at midterms or finals.  Bad news from home, drama, friend issues, health - I'll stop there ;)

I like to compare my spiritual life to a bush.  Yeah, a bush.  The free-form naturalistic concept sounds wonderful, yet God has a topiary in mind!  And pruning hurts!.

Have you ever played with dough?  Have you noticed how you can stretch it to a certain point before it breaks?  What is your breaking point?  As for myself, I've felt broken many times this past year and a half, and somehow He keeps working me.

Imagine being blindfolded in the dark, spun around, and told to walk the edge of a cliff.  God likes having us there.  He says "follow me" and gets interesting responses from us . . . usually "WHICH WAY?!?!" or "Are you kidding?"

If you're feeling broken, know that there is always hope.  You are not alone!  Most people don't talk about their problems because it hurts, but there are others that are going through the same thing.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Fall, Again?

So it's fall again. Things are pretty much the same as always. I miss the chill in the air, the pumpkins, anticipation of family and holidays. Life changes so quickly. I miss crisp brightly colored leaves crunching underfoot. The full moon at harvest. The wind blowing through my hair while feeding my horse another apple.  Knowing that a cup of caramel apple cider was waiting inside for the making. Decorating the house with Christmas lights on halloween night. Baking pies for the family. Preserving the last of the food for the winter to come. I miss it. Dancing to Big Band music while wearing classic aprons and twirling my baby sisters around the kitchen (after I let them lick out the bowl, of course). Helping my almost-teenager brother train his dog. Watching steam rise from the milkpail as I milked my goat and she nuzzled my shoulder. Curling up with a good book, a Doris day movie, and a furry dog. Funny how animals are always ready to listen and comfort - always there. Except when your dog wants a kiss after eating horse manure!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Pursuit of Happiness

My father once said, "Happiness is not in your surroundings. If you can't be happy where you are now, then you'll never be happy anywhere else."

A sweet, elderly church lady taught my sunday school class. Her husband died this past year and she was speaking to us about life, happiness, and love. Her husband's last words were these: "Make the best of every situation."

As reality dawned, the lack of his presence must have been so lonely. Her life was rearranged. She needed to re-learn how to live without her husband.

I cannot imagine sharing my life with someone--laughs and sorrows--and watching him drift home without me.

Yet somehow, God brought peace and happiness to this lady. The class was silent as she spoke. Afterwards, many young ladies personally thanked Mrs. W.

Although we may not like this time period in our life, God placed us here for a reason. Mrs. W affected lives in that Sunday School that may not have been touched by any other lesson.

Maybe your job is boring. Maybe your school is strict. Maybe your home-life is less than perfect. REthink your perspective. If you cannot be happy at this point, if you cannot make the best of your situation . . . then despair in discontentment. There will always be drama, heartache and problems; however, how many times will you be able to change another's life through those? This is your day to make someone else's, take advantage of it.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Singing in the Rain

Tonight was a rainy night.

Dressed in black.

Three friends ran (with wild abandon) through the flooded streets.


Shrouded in a canopy of darkness.

The sky flaming with lightening.


Arms overhead.


Pavement underfoot.


And I was one of them.

Sunday, July 3, 2011


Stellar quotes from either myself or friends.

"I am the rock in the shoe of life." ~ Me.

"You're like the twin towers and I'm the pentagon!" ~ H. (its what I get for being tall)

"What is not thine is somebody else's." ~ Myself.

"It's like going to Hooters for the chicken!" ~ G. (I don't approve this one!)

"Its my coffee graveyard; hot cocoa, chocolate milk, lots of coffee, and tons of sugar! Otherwise known as a heart-attack in a cup (eye twitches for emphasis)." ~ Me.

"Lets all do the samba!" ~ K.

That's all folks. The noggin can't handle anymore thinking at 23:00.
in the Bubble.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011


Why do we regret doing what we feel is the right thing?

God says to stay away from all appearance of evil. That your tongue can be a dangerous weapon. He says that gossip can hurt reputations.

Why do we blow situations out of perspective. Why can't we keep our mouths shut?

"If you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all."

Adult gossip is like a massive, hurtful game of 'telephone'.

God never said living the Christian life would be easy. Yes, we have different convictions about the appropriateness of certain things; however, there is no excuse for blatant indiscretion in a public place. No excuse whatsoever.

Get real people. This is not elementary school anymore. Learn to keep your mouth shut the next time something ugly trickles through your brain.

Doing the right thing can hurt. It can cause negative consequences. Yet the important thing is that God sees you as a righteous person.

"Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin."

James 4:17 (KJV)

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Prepaid Postage

You are a genius.

You know you are a genius.

You're so smart, you get United States prepaid postage on brochures written for international customers.

Leave a comment if you get this . . .

Friday, June 24, 2011

You Know You're Ghetto If . . .

You know you're Ghetto if:

1. You're not allowed to have any electric food appliances - so you improvise.

Place chair upside-down. Place iron upside-down in the said upside-down chair. Top stabilized iron with aluminum foil to avoid welding the iron to the Dollar Tree saucepan. Use a cute pancake flipper to flip pancake 7-1/2 minutes per side. 30 minutes and two pancakes later, your iron will no longer be hot. Unplug and replug iron to override electronics and reach desired temperature - cotton.

Make sure to have margarine, 'mix with water' pancake mix, maple syrup, and plenty of patience.

Both bites will be worth it all.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

'Liv in the Bubble

Life in the bubble is always exciting. Starting this week, a human throng takes over campus. Except they're fun-sized? Teen Extreme has begun. Hello cat-calls and spilled milk.

Meanwhile life at the company goes on as normal. I give people junk mail. Please don't judge me. I get paid for it! We recently trimmed hundreds of brochures because a genius decided to make them too large for the envelope to be mailed in. Well thought.

Algebra 1 continues to conquer me. Three part linear inequalities make my life miserable. So do further applications of linear equations involving percentages of acid solutions and solving for the liters and/or the percentage you're supposed to end up with.

Peace Out from
***In the Bubble***