Strength Will Be Given

I hate running.   I do it so I can have good legs,  eat ice cream and be somewhat healthy.  My husband and I run at the same time but not together because we can’t stand the thought of running and talking.  We can barely breathe – let alone talk.  What is so interesting is that this is the time God choses to talk to me.  I know it is Him because I am in so much pain, there is no way I could come up with this stuff.  Today I was running and having a very difficult time.  I usually never have to walk, but I just couldn’t run another step.  The Holy Spirit spoke to my spirit and said “Run back the way you just came.”  I wanted to laugh out loud.  If I was to run back the way I just came, that would include a huge hill.  I totally ignored the thought. He said it again, “Run back the way you just came.  I obeyed.  I thought if I can’t trust Him in the little, how will I ever trust Him with the big?  The verse I have been memorizing this week is, “Show me Your ways, O Lord; Teach me Your paths.  Lead me in Your truth and teach me, for You are the God of my salvation; On you I wait all day.”  Psalm 25:4-5.   What a perfect time to put it into practice.

I did it.  I ran back the way  I had just come.  I ate the hill for breakfast!  And, it was horrible every second.  Sometimes God allows the difficult and hard times so we have no where to turn but Him.  We have to be utterly dependent on Him and have constant communication with Him.  As I was running back the way I came, I was praying for help and strength every second.  But, I knew He would give it, because He was the one Who had asked me of it in the first place.


Puppy Love


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We wanted our daughter to switch schools, and that is the last thing in the world she wanted to do.  So, with a little prodding and a new puppy, we are finally convincing her. (Oh, just call it what it is – bribery.)  None of the two practical, experienced, or wise people in our home wanted a dog because they were in fact aware of what would happen approximately three hours after the precious puppy’s arrival.    About 2 hours after our blessed new arrival, everything unravelled.  There was poop!  There was pee!  It looked like the toy department at Petland had thrown up in our family room.

Gone were the days when I was trying to stuff toddler toys in a bin in the corner of the family room, but here were the days I was stuffing dog toys in a bin in the corner of the family room.  THIS IS LIKE HAVING A NEWBORN.  There is no rest or peace.  I am waiting for nap time and tip toeing around when it happens.  I took her for her first walk.  Please note that I took her and not one of the three kids that begged to have her.  She nipped and bit at my neon shoe strings.  She would stop and try to eat those dead dried up worms that couldn’t quite make it across that black hot pavement,  she would pull at the leash and try to wander away.

The next morning when I was running alone (ALL ALONE), the song, “I Can Only Imagine”, came on.  I usually skip this song because I have heard it 7 million times, but it hit me in a fresh way.  The first  line is, “I can only imagine what it will be like when I walk by your side.”  And, it hit me.  Sometimes, I am like my puppy when it comes to walking with Jesus.  I will nip and bite at Him with my worries and concerns.  I get distracted with with things that have absolutely no eternal value.  He will try to draw me in and pull me away to walk with Him, but I will tug at that leash and attempt to go a different direction.

He continues to invest in me and shower me with grace.  I look forward to that day where I can finally meet Him face to face and walk with Him.  But, I want to do that before I’m dead.  I want to be able to walk with Him now.  I want to follow His lead without the questions, doubt, and stopping for things that just don’t count.  I want to walk beside Him like the beautiful, loyal and trusting daughter He created me to be.  It is a continuous journey and process that I wouldn’t want to miss for the world. One day my puppy will walk by my side like the beautiful, regal, and  strong German Shepherd she was born to be.

I wrote this in August.  It is now January, and I’m not exactly where I want to be with our walks, but it’s way better.  I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.  Lucy has happily and successfully completed her first semester.  Queens the puppy helped her all the way.

Back to School Organization





There are five million papers that come through this house about 3:30 everyday.  I used to keep EVERYTHING and put them in tubs.  Each of my kids had their very own at the end of the year.  It was ridiculous.  It’s not practical, and it’s too much clutter.  What works is to get a 2″ binder (as they get older, the binder can get smaller) and hole punch.  As soon as we get home from school, I grab their stuff out of their back packs, ohhh and ahhh over them, and then put the important and great stuff in their binders.  When they look away, I trash the other stuff.  At the end of the school year, I place each of their binders in the storage room, and start again.  I let them decorate the page that will go in front, or put a paper describing their year.  I  like for them to fill it out, so one day I will be able to remember their sweet little handwriting.  Each year, I write a letter to them on a piece of notebook paper and place it at the front of their notebooks.  I encourage them, tell them how much I love them, tell them why they are so special to us, and  tell them specifically how I’ll be praying for them that year.  They love to go back and revisit their previous years with this notebook.

P.S.  If you read about Lucy, she has kept her room clean now for 263 days.  How do you ask?  I take her to lunch for every 10 consecutive clean room days.  Works amazingly!!

Where To Begin?

That’s a funny title for this post considering my blog is startwhereuare…  Didn’t even think about it.  School is in session!!!  My sister keeps sending me photos of her feet at the pool with celebration emojis all over the place.

I look around this hole of a house, and I seriously don’t know where to begin – so many options in not a good way.

I decided to bring my husband in on this one.  I sent him a text and said, “Do you want to play a game?”  I knew that would get an immediate response from him.   The game is, “You tell me the one thing that is driving you most crazy around this house, and I’m going to go take care of it like the Terminator”.

I am motivated when I am given a certain task, I’m doing something quite nice for my husband, and my house is getting back in order, so I can go take pictures of my feet at the pool.


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