Showing posts from 2016

When to be still

"Be still and know that I am God." -Psalm 46:10a
I debated about writing this one. This is definitely not a post for everyone.

You see, it's rather personal, but all of mine are usually personal. But this one is personal in a different way. In fact, this one is likely for women's eyes only — because I suspect men don't want to think about that big taboo thing we women deal with once a month.

I'm going to talk about that cursed time of the month. The horrible visitor we all get.

Or wish to get.

Have I lost all those with delicate sensitivities to this yet? Please come back and visit some of my other posts. But I understand the need to skip this one.

See, in my case, it's been more than a few months. And no, I'm not pregnant. BELIEVE me. I've checked. And checked and checked.

I was an early bloomer. Fourth grade. It's not fun trying to sneak open feminine products in an elementary bathroom, but I did. I vividly remember someone asking once who w…

The light in the darkness

“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” -John 1:5
I’m coming up on four years on staff at The Advocate-Messenger. 
In those four years, I’ve witnessed the best humanity has to offer, from children helping other children, to a community coming together to heal when their own has been gunned down.
In that same token, I’ve witnessed the worst. Murders, suicides, beatings, rapes, acts against children and babies, abuse of animals. I’ve seen hate spewed, hatred spread; I’ve seen lives lost, children and families mourned, futures destroyed.
I’ve witnessed it all. Usually from a safe distance, because it’s my job to remain neutral, to tell the story without telling my emotions, to stick to the facts.
But sometimes, it’s hard. Because sometimes it’s not easy to be seperate from the story.
Yesterday, there was a fatality accident. I covered it, as I do, I spoke to people, I took photos of the helicopter in flight and the ambulance as it drove away. I photograp…

What a step parent is like...

"Being a stepmom is hard because even when you know you love someone they need to be shown this exponentially. You have to love them, and love them, and love them. Then you have to love them a little bit more." - Brie Gowan, "Why Being a Stepmom is Hard"
The other day, I had a new friend ask me what it was like to be a stepparent. She's a single mom and has been seeing a guy who, like myself, doesn't have kids of his own.

The question caught me a little off-guard. Not that I mind answering it, but I'm not always good at answering spontaneous questions like that. I mean, heck, when Jim asked me to marry him I stared for a few minutes as I processed what he was asking!

But I thought about it the rest of the day, week even. I had started to put it out of my mind and something came roaring back which reminded me again.

To be honest, being a stepparent is weird.

I know, that's not what you might expect me to say, but bear with me.

Just like parenting, th…

Storms of life

"We all have life storms, and when we get the rough times and we recover from them, we should celebrate that we got through it. No matter how bad it may seem, there's always something beautiful that you can find." ~Mattie Stepanek
A storm swept through our area last night, forever changing my parents’ property. 
Thankfully, no livestock or lives were lost, and the homes were undamaged. But a bit of our history was lost.

In the midst of the wind, my parents lost two sheds, one we called a tractor shed and one we called the camper shed, because that was the biggest items they respectively housed. My mom’s car was damaged because of debris and trailer sitting on a rental property was blown about.

[That one was very lucky; the trailer was there when my folks bought the land. It was picked up, fell apart, and landed mere feet from the house itself.]

I think the most heartbreaking part for my mom, and I know for myself, was the “tractor shed.”

It’s been there as long as I…

Be slightly strange

"The world can be amazing when you're slightly strange." ~Unknown
I've tried to find the source of this quote, but no luck so far. I absolutely love this.
I think it struck a chord, because the older I get the more I'm learning that it's okay to be strange. To own your strangeness. I'm convinced that's half the reason my husband loves me — because I'm a pretty strange gal when you get to know me.
Today is our date-a-versary, as I call it. It's not a day we're really going to put a lot of celebration into, but it's the week that started us off and today is the date of our first "date." By some people's standards, it wouldn't be a date, but for us it was and it was perfect.
I talked about how we met in this post from last year. And even a little bit about that first date, but on this, our date-a-versary, it seems fitting to share more about that meeting.
See, prior to Jim, I never dated. I'm not exaggerating either,…

What an update

"Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?" Matthew 6:27
Well, it's been months since I posted. I'm terribly sorry about that, but with everything that was happening, it was time to step back and just let the moments happen. Forgive me.

But now I feel it's time to update again. It's selfish I guess. Writing, in this context at least, is a way to let my worries go and my mind babble.

Tomorrow is the day that determines my husband's future as much as any of his surgeries have. Not to be overly dramatic or emotional or any of that. But it's the truth. Tomorrow, he goes to have a Functional Capacity Evaluation. At least I think that's the name of it. It's basically a way to test whether or not Jim can complete his on-the-job duties.

How that goes will determine if he will be cleared to finally return to work, seek new work or not be allowed to work at all.

For those who have missed the details, it started two years ago. My hus…