I found value in this and I think you will too.
Let's Play a Minimalism Game: https://www.theminimalists.com/game/
I started blogging in 2010 before I knew who I was becoming. This space has watched me grow through faith, fear, food, budgeting, milestones, heartbreak, miracles, and 9+ million map views later… I’m still here. Still documenting. Still evolving. Still believing stories matter.
Tuesday, August 28, 2018
Start Here
I found value in this and I think you will too.
Start Here: https://www.theminimalists.com/start/
Friday, August 10, 2018
Join a Church Small Group Bible Study
Start making room to join a small group in September. Be fed and find light in our church community. Already in one, invite a friend or two.
Be part of the congregation not just the crowd. Found one that's a right fit. Attend at least 3 times to get the flavor of the group. Also, what ingredients are you bringing to the small group table? Just food for thought. Lots of puns intended. 😁
Garden photos credit Trina Good ❤ She's an amazing Prayer Warrior & Her decorating style and garden skills inspire me.
Be part of the congregation not just the crowd. Found one that's a right fit. Attend at least 3 times to get the flavor of the group. Also, what ingredients are you bringing to the small group table? Just food for thought. Lots of puns intended. 😁
Garden photos credit Trina Good ❤ She's an amazing Prayer Warrior & Her decorating style and garden skills inspire me.
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
Breathing Techniques for our past
Everyone has a testimony. Their story. A unique story that is all their own. No one eleses. It's how we come out of that testimony is what matters. How we endure the aftermath is what matters. How we survive the flashbacks, the feelings, the saddness is what matters. In an instant a word, a smell, a certain touch or conversation can take us back to the place of brokeness. What matters is remembering to breathe. To just breathe. God knows the desires of our hearts. He knows we want to breathe,to mend, to survive; to feel again. To feel loved, worthy and serve a purpose. We survived for a purpose. I was 38 years old when I found out theres men who don't hit woman. 38. I will be 55 this year. Not often, yet at times, I still have to remember to breathe. To call out to God to keep me present, keep my mind here and not the past. I so pray and hope that if anyone is going through a season of suffering; Call out to God and remember to breathe. Seek out someone who understands. You are never alone. ❤ You can be set free❤
Sunday, August 5, 2018
Nap Time? I think not. Thanksgiving dinner, maybe.
I took a 3 hour nap as soon as I got home from work. I know, right? Huge mistake. I woke up, made dinner, made lunch for tomorrow, did laundry, made essential oil inhalers, perused Face Book and now playing with my Canva app on my phone. Created a store front with pretend merchandise. I'm thinking now of making Thanksgiving dinner and having friends over. 🤣
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