• Honoring Bill

    “Therefore encourage each other and build each other up” 1 Thessalonians 5:11 (NIV) I’ve been thinking a lot about falling lately. I guess because I fell last week.  But all this thinking made me remember a simple phrase used by a cute little lady named, Helen.  In her 80’s she was walking through our woods and we cautioned her to be careful.  She just shrugged her shoulders and simply said, “If I fall, I get back up.”  Then slowly, falling and getting back up took on deeper meanings; never give up, keep on keeping on, rise up, always. After all, when we fall, what choice do we have? We can…

  • Listen to Your Inner Voice

    “…. If only you would listen to His voice today.” Psalm 95:7 (NLT) I fell several days ago. I was walking my usual route. I flipped over a small, jagged piece of plywood.  It was a hard, rolling somersault-like fall.  I flipped, sending my glasses flying off my face and my walking stick jabbing me under my arm.  As I rolled over to get up, I was more concerned with looking around to see if anyone saw me than I was with if I was hurt or not.  The truth is my pride was more hurt than my body.  Other than having dust all over my clothes and my face,…

  • The Struggle is Real, Part 3

    Slowly, I returned.  With clarity and gratitude, the healing process began. I was able to talk on the phone without falling apart.  I could call and ask how others were doing. I could go places and genuinely feel good.  The healing really took root when we attended the private showing of the movie “Harriet;” those hugs were heart connections. Then, I began to talk on the phone, get lost in the conversation and feel good. Then, today I woke up with a smile.  I feel good. There is no sadness, no worry, no anxiety.  You know why?  I woke up with hope.  Hope rooted in God’s promises. Hope is defined…

  • The Struggle is Real, Part 2

    You know how I survived this struggle?  By hope. By gratitude.  My husband, Larry, started the process.  He made a comment that made me pause.  As we were driving, the song, “I’m Blessed,” by Charlie Wilson came on the radio.  I paused as I leaned into his words; he was  singing along to the lyrics, “Ask me  how I’m doing, I’m blessed, yes. Living every moment, no regrets. Smile up on my face, I’m like oh yes, I’m blessed, yes…” Then, he added, “this is my favorite song.” All I could say was, “it is?” I looked at him through eyes of awe and love. Right then,  I felt like…

  • The Struggle is Real, Part 1

    “Why am I so sad? Why am I so upset? I should put my hope in God and keep praising him, my Savior and my God.” (Psalm 42:11 NCV)   I know my blog is about relentless faith, but for the past three weeks, I’ve been struggling. Struggling to find a purpose in what has been going on with the changes in our lives.  Struggling to somehow put a handle on or grab a hold of something that appears to be out of reach. What’s so difficult about this challenge is that the day before this struggle began, we had just returned from a 3-week trip to Nova Scotia. My…

  • A Mother’s Wisdom

    Recently, I was going through some of mom’s papers and came across this list of “sayings.”  No author is listed.  However, the sayings are wonderful life statements and truly represent the heart of our mom, Essie Mae Chever Brown. I have added mom’s sayings and my anecdotes in red.  I am sharing half of the list now and will share the rest in a later blog.  I hope you can relate. I know I can. Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good. When in doubt, just take the next small step. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Your job won’t take care of you when you are…

  • Healing Hugs

    Hugs heal.  Yesterday, I hugged my brother, Billy; a strong, welcoming, healing hug sending warmth throughout my entire body.  I hugged my sister, Alice, a tiny woman with a strong grip sending strength down my spine.  My husband, Larry, hugged me sending a feeling of devotion shared by two people who have endured much together and by the grace of God will continue to share for years to come.  My sister-in-law, Cheryl, gave me a hug sending a feeling of being grounded radiating to the soles of my feet.  Brother-in-law, John’s hug sent lightness and an inner knowing that “all is well.”  A long hug from Dylan held whispers of…

  • I’ve Been Thinking

    When it comes to people, I find that ….. It’s not about what we see.  Often, it’s more about what we don’t see.  It’s not about what is said.  Often, it’s more about what is not said.  It’s not about what we hear.  Often, it’s more about what we don’t hear.  Sounds simplistic. But, this is where relentless faith steps in…it’s about believing the best about others regardless of what we see, what we hear or what we thought we heard.  It’s seeing the good even when it seems as if  we are witnessing the not so good.  When we meet others where they are and view them through eyes…

  • Crying, but Not Sad

    You know what?  I cry a lot now.  Not boo, hoo, ugly sobbing tears; but tears that just fall.  I can be looking outside, and the tears come.  I can think about something that happened last week, last month or last year and I cry. It can happen anytime, anywhere.  It can happen when I’m alone or in a crowded room.  It’s happening now as I type this…  I think about my life. The wonderful life God has blessed me with…my husband, my daughter, my family, my friends.  As I’ve gotten older every breath becomes a prayer of thanksgiving.  Not an elaborate prayer, but a quiet, genuine reverence for this…

  • Pulling Weeds and Mr. Let Low’s Farm

    For the past eight weeks I have been pulling weeds for my husband, Larry, with his lawn maintenance service.  Friday, September 27,  was my last day; my husband is semi-retiring on September 30.  Now, I didn’t mind pulling weeds every Friday for six to seven hours in the hot sun because I knew it was temporary.  I knew there was an end in sight.    I usually said pulling weeds was a labor of love because I was helping Larry.  And it was.  But I was also pulling weeds because he couldn’t find anyone willing to do this type of work.  It’s understandable.  So, here I was sweating buckets, bending, crawling…

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