And All That


Honestly I  didn’t want to blog.  I feared my usage of the english language was substandard at best.  But my daughter thought it would be a good idea for me to journal and started me on my way.

I’ve since learned that like in visual art, your talent is your talent.  If it is authentic it will represent you.  When I read my posts it reads like the thoughts in my head so it’s acceptable.   I no longer worry about past tense or present tense, all the punctuation errors I learned in school and definitely not the grammar.  It might be wrong but I only worry about the point of view.  It is sincere?Is it humble?  Are you hearing what I would have said if I was talking to you directly?  Of course I do go back and try to correct my verbiage which might have been pointless because after I post I see yet another mistake I missed.

Like an original painting that is in process that everyone thinks is ugly you finished it for the one person who will see it’s beauty.  The person who wants to own it.  I have something to say to the universe and only a few will get it and it is okay.  Tomorrow is another day I might reach another person.

God just wants us to keep trying and that’s what I’m going to do substandard and all.  Besides that, it brings me joy.

Wonderers keep perusing and remember walk in JOY!

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Lustless Life

We lust for the good life.  We chase after success, fame, wealth and love.  We’re so hard on the chase we miss the little opportunities that would have made a difference in where we end up,

In the pursuit of wealth we sacrifice our family.  We miss reunions, dance recitals and kindergarten graduation because we think that job can not go on without us.  Your children’s  accomplishments needed that same respect.  This was their one time event that went on without you and no matter how many pictures and videos were taken so you could “be there” you will never be apart of it.

In the pursuit of success set a ceiling for yourself and your family so the power does not go to your head.  Your job’s congratulations and promotions are not the success your seeking.  Your only the hero as long as you are there.  Don’t let your job tell your family, “Thank  you for sacrificing him.”  Be the hero of your children.  They know how hard you worked for them but they know so little about you personally because you were not there to tell all your success stories.

In the pursuit of fame you will never achieve it at your job.  A job is means to support yourself not to make you famous.  No matter how high you climb a fall from grace will make you start over again.  Your family will always hold you in high esteem. Even if you falter they will hold you up until the end of time.

In the pursuit of love stay focused on the prize.  Don’t get it twisted.  As much as you think you love your job, it don’t love you.  It will use you until it uses you up.  Love is waiting for you to come home.  There is dinner ready and the children are waiting to tell you all the exciting things that happened while you were at work.

Think about it.  There are only 24 hours in a day.  If you work 8-12 hours and get some sleep, how much time is left for your family.  Your family is willing to make adjustment to make time for you to be home more.  The question is, are you?

What I’m trying to say:

Grind.

Do not lust after this life.

Lust after your children and wife.

Good men.

The world is a temporary gain.

What’s is permanent – your family’s pain,

Think about it.  Life is short.  ❤️💕

Take your family outside today and have fun. 

Walk in JOY!

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Tea Breaks

Good evening Wonderers.

I love tea don’t you?  I drink it so much I recently repurposed a chest as therapy for my broken heart.  I refinished it to serve as a hot beverage bar.  Sitting here having a tea break I had a thought.  Okay, okay I know but stay with me here.

In your youth you don’t think of sinful things.  You go in and out without much thought about it like the teabag you dunk in and out trying to keep the tea weak of flavor.

When your older you sin and you let it sit and fester growing stronger until you have no choice but to bind it to throw it east to west Like the teabag you let sit in the bottom of the cup steeping until it is black and strong.  You take the string and wind it around your spoon to squeeze out every bit of juice before you realize it is done and you can throw it away before it permanently stains the cup.

Luckily we have a savior who gives us grace however the tea turns out.  Please remember:

“No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.”

‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭10:13‬ ‭NIV‬

Wonderers sleep well knowing we have GRACE.

Walk in Joy!

http://bible.com/111/1co.10.13.
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Grandma Glider


Grandmom’s glider could surely keep the family secrets.  How loyal it was to the family.  It never rusted and never stopped gliding.  We kids would sit out on the porch to eavesdrop on the grownup conversation.  You could hear them talking over the big fan that was blowing in the window and we would sit awaiting the juicy news.  Then someone would start gliding.  Gliding faster and faster.  You never noticed when it started to slow down.  We all have a different opinion.  It happened somewhere near the time when the rickety fan started its lullaby and the fragrances of honeysuckles and hydrangeas would fill the air.  Somehow the gossip never filtered through.  Childlike innocence was preserved for the glider never told the secrets.  It kept us safe and secure from the scarring of growing up too fast.  Until the grownup talks were silenced and we had the best summertime naps on grandmom’s porch.

We should have kept that glider for the new generation to keep them safe from all the stimulation and over sensory practices they are experiencing.  Oh well, it would not have mattered anyway, they don’t go outside anymore.

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Dance With Me

You dip me for the world to watch.

How you never let me fall so far.

That you can’t catch me effortlessly.

You sway me.

Sometimes I can’t catch my breath.

So I close my eyes

And let your caress consume me,

To lift me.

To heights I can’t touch

Then you bring me back from heaven.

Back down to this cold earth.

Earth Angel

Good afternoon Wonderers:

Let me tell you about the smartest person I know. The earth angel. She is wise beyond her years with the purest of hearts. The day she was born was traumatic. It was predicted that she would not survive. But God had another plan. She was born by emergency cesarean section. Before she left the body she cried. The doctors all proclaimed how smart she was for she did not have to be stimulated to take the first breath. She was fragile but strong. Her head circumference was abnormally small. And God had a plan. Born on April 1st, she fooled them all.

Fast forward 6 years to one of the most exciting days or her life, kindergarten graduation. She is reading above first grade level, writing whole sentences and she did well in math also. She was the only child who didn’t take her diploma for granted. She stopped to make sure it had her name on it before she left the podium. She was proud of herself.   

I look back and think about why she is here. She is here to keep us all straight. She has a godly strength and wisdom that she shares generously. She often just comes up to me and hugs me just when the low vibrations appear. Without warning, without prompting, She tells me often that We are fighters not criers. No little one we are not and you are so much more. You are a gift from God and I pray that the world never changes your heart. 

I pray you have an angel in your midst Wonderers.  Life has so much joy when they are around.

Until next time, keep walking with Joy!

Inside or Outside

In today’s time who would have thought you could be in a place with no internet connection?  In the inner city no doubt!  I’m living the dream traveling on a road trip but no matter what state of the art equipment you possess it means nothing without a signal.  I’ve used 30gb of data in a week whereas that’s the usual plan for a household of 5 for a month and usually rolling over data.  So let me be truthful I used 38gb in a week.

It now comes down to two choices.

I could stay dormant in my home with unlimited wifi and reach out to the world and beyond from my office chair, or

I could go out into the world and use up the data reaching out to people telling them about my observations and experiences.

Inside is like a silent prayer between me and my God where I patiently wait for a reply.  Outside I’m boldly praying to God and the universe and even better he’s loudly answering my prayers with clarity.

Even in this heat this is a “no brainer.”   I am going outside right after I upgrade my plan to unlimited data. 😊

There’s so much to see, so much to do.  Do it with wonder.

May the day bring you Joy!

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Every Second

We open the gate to God’s unyielding love every time we pray in earnest.

We close the gate when we regret our mistakes.  When we hold on to fear. When we forget who we are.

We are his and he holds the gate open to us every second of our lives.

Waiting for us to call.  Waiting for us to ask. Waiting for us recall his perfect love.

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disastrous

Don’t file the claim.  You think of such things but you don’t speak them out loud.  You don’t share them with others.  You don’t dwell on the disastrous.  Instead pray on it and find your peace within the circumstance.  Be loving and kind for this is temporary.  Don’t file the claim for you just might get what you asked for.  A permanent solution.

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