Happy Birthday!

Seventeen years ago my son, among many other precious little ones, was a 9/11 baby. Born the day after on the 12th..he is nonetheless a 9/11 baby in my heart.

I woke up the morning of the 11th with “pregnant”  anticipation. Stubbornly my first child was in breach presentation and despite a failed attempt at rotating him in my belly, I had a scheduled c- section the next day.  Home by myself, I commenced my morning routine of waffles and Good Morning America. But the morning was anything but routine.   Continue reading

Wrapping around the Christmas tree

Most of my half baked ideas I can tie to youth and inexperience.

Well, ok a few.

The others? Mostly because I’m slightly inpatient.

Ok, a lot.

It started with a meme of a Christmas tree with all of it’s ornaments hanging and the tree is saran wrapped.  The meme, meant to inspire laughter at “if only”  quickly became why not??  I thought it was a stroke of genius.  Why not wrap my tree up?  I already hauled my entire tree into storage every post Christmas-throwing the box away years ago. The bare tree sits in the corner of my storage all year waiting for it to be hauled in one piece down the stairs next season.  I was stoked at the idea of shortening the decorating process by leaving the ornaments on and just unwrapping my tree next December.  Think of the time I could save? Continue reading

The Cows are Out!


There is nothing like this rally call to get my kids out of bed on summer day then “the cows are out!”  They know the drill. We have been here before. We have about 20 acres and our neighbors over the years have put their hobby angus and 4H calves in our backyard.  It’s a call to arms, or rather tennis shoes and 4 wheelers. Still in pj’s we begin the slide into the most maddening thing I’ve ever encountered.  Nothing like herding heifers and baby calves to send the three of us into a spiral of yelling, tears and rising tempers. It is not pretty.  You will not find us at our best-chasing cows.

Hollering, pointing and chastising each other as we try and force our will on these animals whom are clearly not phased by us mere humans and not the least bit interested in going through “that” gate.  They mock us while they continue to graze.

Mamas finally returned to pasture only for the baby to squeak by in a panic, zipping back and forth along the fence row, trotting at a mach 10 down the road and leaping the neighbors fence. Emotions again escalate and soon we all become the bossy expert when it’s obvious that is the furthest thing from the truth. None of us know what we are doing.

My frustration mounts as I notice evidence of their feast in my yard as they leave their larger than dinner plate cow pies behind, left to adorn my lawn for many seasons to come.  Never one cow, these unpredictable large animals  come in a herd size inconvenience, leaving me flustered and intimated.

Kind of like our problems.  

Problems greet us when we are all comfortable and they too don’t always bring out the best in us. We scuddle around trying to shuffle our problems into solutions only to find them squeak out another way. We become consumed with anxiety and worry.  Tempers flair and stress rises. We try to control variables and people to ensure we never see that problem again. Sometimes our solutions seem good but they are ineffective. Much like the 4 FOOT chain Caleb wrapped around the gate post to ensure the cows never get out again only to be shown later that was a waste of time as the cows are slipping out in between fence and shed.

As the saying goes- cow pies happen.

Christ said in this world we would have problems. The good news is that He is there to work the problem with us. When I can turn it over to him-things don’t usually descend into chaos. Christ teaches that unless we link arms with him, we can do nothing. Apart from him we are like a branch cut from tree-disconnected from our life source. (John 15:5-6)  

Scripture can seem trite-stale answers for a difficult life. Can it really be that easy? Remain in Christ?  It’s not. There is a saying that when we plan, God laughs. Well I think when I blog -God moves. I have had this blog written for 2 months and God decided to show me I have a lot to learn about managing problems.  I have a hard time letting go. I’m afraid that if I’m not stressing or working the problem in my head it will get worse.  But usually the only thing that gets worse is my mood.   From a practical sense how to you hand something off to Christ? How do I remain in Him?  Sometimes it’s writing the problem down and promising myself I’ll come back to it after some time-leaving it to God.  Surprisingly solutions can present themselves or resolve on their own.  

The most effective though is prayer. The mental space prayer provides gives perspective to cope and wisdom to act.  It works for the little problems and the big ones.  Usually, I have found the God doesn’t change the problems, but He changes me.  I may realize my problem is not a big deal, or I gain peace to implement a difficult solution. It’s really fun when God gives me a spark to solve something that stumps me. I especially appreciate it this when I can’t balance my books after an hour of trying to find the missing money-yes I pray about that! 

So for the critics that think they can work their problems on their own, I will say this..

When the cows are out and I’m working it by myself it doesn’t go well. However when my farm raised hubby comes home and stands in the road and raises his long arms up and  gently shuffles his gait easily persuading the black beasts to retreat, I don’t question it-I’m relieved to let the master work.  I encourage you to let the master work in your life-any other way is halfbaked!

Power in the Blood


Against most parent’s better judgement, our family last night viewed Risen. It’s the story of the roman military tribune, Clavius,  during and after the crucifixion of Christ. Clavius must find the body of Jesus and ultimately wrestles with what he discovers.

Although not completely biblically accurate, it spurred some education and discussion on doubt with my kids.  What do you do with doubt? My husband and I asked the kids do you believe in Jesus or do you believe because we do? We went on to discuss,  that today we have no evidence, no burst ropes, no first hand accounts and no risen Christ to see.  Why do we believe?   Continue reading

Here’s your sign


No,  I’m not talking about the redneck variety, although my husband has certainly earned a few in his lifetime. I’m talking about the spotlight from heaven that highlights life’s path. The shining beam that when accompanied by a chorale singing a harmonious “ahhhh” signals-this is God’s plan for me!  

But, it’s just not that easy!

With all the choices we are faced with on daily basis, it sure would be helpful to have a celestial sign, signaling “Pick ME!.” Continue reading

Call for help!

My first year a nurse I didn’t cope well.  Still today, the  occasional nightmare visits me. I dream about  missing assessments and drugs not passed in time and I haven’t been a floor nurse in 12 years!    I’m happy to say things did get better but that inaugural year was tough. Awash with anxiety,  I really couldn’t put my finger on the one thing making bonkers. Overwhelmed with what was expected of me and what I expected of me- I dreaded going to work.  I’m embarrassed to say, I called in to my supervisor many times stating I was sick and wouldn’t be working because I could not deal.

So you can imagine how things went with my first code.  The hours of 7p-9p are a busy time on most nursing units.  That night I was hustling. Attempting to assess and  introduce myself to all 10-12 of my patients, field phone calls, review the drugs and administer them on time and make sure I had working IV’s.  Despite the pace,  I felt I was starting to get the hang of things. Life, however,  was about to play a cruel trick.  
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