Category: Spirituality

10 Minutes

Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish. 

Whew, got the tag and the picture….this is wilds, 10 minutes of me rambling n…you sure?  Ok…

i am new to this blogging community.  And I have been enjoying learning all about you…there are so many different types of people here.  I love that!  I am amazed that we write about personal things.they is so liberating?  Idk. Kinda ironic, we write things here that our families and friends don’t even know about….

anyway. Back to the picture..I guess I’ve run into a lot of jerks in my day.  for awhile I thought I was wearing one of those signs taped to my back, “only jerks need apply, especially if you are a liar…”

what I found in my , was that I had a poor self image.   Mr. Smooze would come along, charm his way into  my heart with those words, and I fell for it.  I was so naive, I really thought everyone just told the truth. i wanted to be accepted so badly, that I didnt test anything. Ha,ha,ha, jokes on me.

2 more min, aghhhhh. better pray…

Lord, help us know the good from the bad, the truth from  the lies….and You can keep the jerks!

scripture: I am the Way, the Truth,  and the Life.  no one comes to the Father except through me…it’s somewhere in the book, John I think!

Sugar Clouds and Cotton Candy

My memorial to Sara, to remember her life

(may trigger – be safe)

Sugar Clouds and Cotton Candy

A Song for Sara


Sara doesn’t live here anymore.
She’s up makin’ snow angels.
Sugar clouds and cotton candy,
are raining down in Heaven.

‘Cuz Sara doesn’t live here anymore.
She’s line dancing with Angels.
Sugar clouds and cotton candy,
are raining down in Heaven.

We met her alters, loved her more every day.
She’d say,”fasten your seat belt,
gonna be a bumpy ride.”
Oh what an honor to stand beside her.

Sara doesn’t live here anymore.
She’s up makin’ snow angels.
Sugar clouds and cotton candy
are raining in Heaven.

She captured our hearts
on her journey,
A fighter, a writer,
A survivor and friend.

© 2012 Diana Rasmussen

Sweet Sixteen and Rose-Colored Glasses


When you were 16, what did you think your life would look like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?

16? That seems like a lifetime ago. No, I am not as old as dirt (yet), just somewhere in between 16 and dirt!  Lets see, that would be a sophomore in High School.  Hmmmm. Classes then were things like Biology, Choir, and Algebra.  Oh yeah, and then Theatre. I loved being in plays – I could be someone else!  Yep, even then couldn’t wait to get out.

As far as what I wanted from life then, finish High School, go to college, and NEVER get married!  Life at home was a bit of a battle zone.  I never wanted any man telling me what to do.  Guess I was a little independent, as they say.

So, rose-colored glasses?….lets just say I was naive.  You really don’t learn a lot of life skills when you are playing mediator.

I thought once I moved out I would never go back… nope

I thought I would find someone who would love me and never leave me… nope

I thought I would never fight with my husband, well if I decided to get one…nope

I wanted the white picket fence… nope

Is it a good thing?  Yes.  I had no idea how to be a grown up. My expectations were unrealistic, they were based on fiction.  I just knew what to do to appease the masses, as they say.  I was a great chameleon.  Anything to avoid an argument.  I hated confrontation.  I would run.  Well, not really run. We had horses growing up, so I would get on my horse and ride away into the sunset.  Guess I’m still a romantic at heart!

Hey, got my fence!

Life is a Song, Love is the Lyrics

My friend Terry recently posted on friendship.  Her poem is amazing. She helped me yesterday, in a time when I was in the darkness.  I have found in my journey that there are times when things seem overwhelming.  With many recent deaths in my life this past year, sometimes I get lost in the “fog”.  Not all the “feelings” I have are good.  And it seems the more I think about them, the bigger they get. I hate drowning in despair.  It sucks.

Some people say to “live by your feelings” and are always asking me “how do you feel?”  Can I tell you sometimes I just don’t know…I don’t know about you, but my feelings are fickle, they change at the drop of the hat.  I don’t trust them.  I have fallen in love because of feelings, and ended up divorced.  I have fed my feelings, catered to them,  and ended up with depression.  I kinda camped out with my feelings for about 6 months  a while back.  Yep, me and my feelings, and my antidepressants, and not getting out of bed for about 6 months.  Not a good trip.   But, alas, I am a woman of extremes…anyway, that’s another post…

There are times that I fall, that I need someone else to pray for me because I have no words.  Times I need someone to “listen to my tears” as Bourban so eloquently put it.  And there are times I need a Word, something I can hold onto when it’s dark out.  Thank you Bob, for Promised Healing.

Today, I wanted to thank ALL of you.   For even in my darkness, I read your words, your posts, and your stories. It helps me to know that I am not alone.  Maybe that’s what this blog is supposed to show me, that none of us is alone in our troubles…


A friend loves at all times,
and a brother is born for a time of adversity.  Proverbs 17:17 NKJV

One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin,
    but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.  Proverbs      18:24 NIV

 Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other succeed.  If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But someone who falls alone is in real trouble.  Likewise, two people lying close together can keep each other warm. But how can one be warm alone?  A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.   Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 NLT


Dear Lord,

We thank you today, for friends.  Thank you that You are the friend that sticks closer than a brother. And that You never leave us or forsake us.  Thanks for the “angels in disguise”;  the friends you have sent our way.

Thank you that your mercy is new every morning, and though the sorrow may last through the night, the joy comes in the morning.  Renew our song today Lord, You are our Strength and our Song, and have become our Salvation, in Jesus’ Name.


The Final Post for Sara (Trigger Warning)

This song is a memoir to a blogger that I used to know – Sara. She had suffered through child abuse, multiple personalities, and much more. I always admired her courage, she would just put herself out there and write what had happened and how she felt about it. She touched many of us. Today, she’s dancing with the angels…

©2013 Diana Rasmussen


After years of abuse, trying to cope
She gave into the dark, gave up on Hope
They said she had split personalities
accusing voices brought fatality

Sara doesn’t live here anymore
She’s up makin’ snow angels
Sugar clouds and cotton candy
are raining down in Heaven

We met her alters, loved her more each day
“Buckle up, fasten your seat belts,” she’d say
“It’s gonna be a wild and bumpy ride”
It’s hard to believe she’s gone death by suicide

Sara doesn’t live here anymore
She’s line dancing with Angels
Sugar clouds and cotton candy
are raining down in Heaven

Past the Lines

Past the Lines – Daily Post

Breaking the Law

Think about the last time you broke a rule (a big one, not just ripping the tags off your pillows). Were you burned, or did things turn out for the best?

Thanks for the great idea, mycookinglifebypatty


“Your Word runs past all the lines and rules and walls that men can build.  Anoint your messengers with power Lord. “


He sends out His command to the earth;
His word runs very swiftly. (Psalm 147:15 NKJV)
 Twitter feed from Danielle Rizzo of International House of Prayer- Kansas City  (@alethesfilms)  or see IHOP-KC




Weekly Photo Challenge: BEYOND

Weekly Photo Challenge: BEYOND


There is life beyond what we know,

Life beyond what we see and feel,

What we see is temporary,

What is unseen is forever.

So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can’t see now will last forever.”  (2 Corin 4:16-18 MSG)

Broken and Lost


by Diana Rasmussen

We are the broken and lost,

the survivors of abuse.

We hide behind the horror,

of what’s been done to us.

You’d never believe our stories,

if we opened up at all.

The horror and abandonment,

as we watched our lives just fall.

What happened to our laughter?

Where did our hope hide out?

We walk around like ghosts,

who haven’t found a home.

The night is getting darker,

Some days we feel so small.

We want a helping hand,

Can someone shine some light?

I know you hate him too God,

The enemy who stole my life.

You rescued me from his grip,

but can you bandage up these scars


He will rescue the poor when they cry to him;

    he will help the oppressed, who have no one to defend them.

He feels pity for the weak and the needy,

    and he will rescue them.

He will redeem them from oppression and violence,

    for their lives are precious to him. (Psalm 72:12-14 NLT)


Dear Lord,

I pray that you would rescue all of the children/adults who have been abused.  Yes Lord, I am asking for ALL of them.  You came to earth to “do good and heal ALL”; so I am asking Lord. 

You know what happened.  It was not their fault.  They are innocent. Rescue them physically, and then heal the emotional and spiritual wounds as only You can. 

Redeem all of them Lord, for they are precious to You, and to me too.

Home…Soil…Rain…New Birth


Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .

. . . home.

. . . soil.

. . . rain.

Use those words in the title of your post.

New Birth, what are you talking about girl?  No, I am not having another baby, (thank you Jesus)! I don’t even have all those ‘parts’ anymore!  But that still leaves the question; home/soil/rain/new birth????

How are we to be born again?  And why would I want to?  I have to admit, when well-meaning people came to me and told me I could have everlasting life, I said, “What?  I don’t even want to live my life now, why would I want it to last forever?”  Ever felt that way?

But, what I did learn is that I could get another chance, a new life. Kinda like a trade-in, only not with a car.  I could exchange my miserable lonely existence for a new life with God.  A life that would have peace, and joy, and happiness.  Sign me up…

How did I do that?  Glad you asked…  For me I had to acknowledge that I had lived my life without God.  I did what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it.  But living like that kinda left me in the psych ward (more than once), the divorce courts, and the therapists office.  Wow, guess I didn’t have it all together like I thought!

Then, I had to open my heart and mind, and ask Jesus to come in; to my life, my heart, my head; and my past, present, and future.  I needed some rearranging in the thought department, that’s for sure.

The the Bible says to Repent – I had no idea what that meant.  It sounded like more “Christian-eze.  Then I found out that it  just means “turn around”, change the direction you are going, try things a new way.  For me, this meant I would read what God had to say, and ask for His help with things.  I could go just one step at a time…It wasn’t an  overnight thing for me.

Then, I made a choice, to Believe. To believe that Jesus came to earth in the flesh, and was crucified by the “Religious” folks.  He died at Calvary; He was the sacrifice that God needed to pay for all men’s (and women’s) sin.  Kinda like someone else takes the blame at school when you were the one who did it.   But good news friends, Jesus didn’t stay dead.  Yep, he rose again.  And sent us part of himself, the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, the Counselor to help us on our journey.  That’s the “good guy” inside me now.  I am finally comfortable in my own skin; I am home.

And the best part, getting baptized, you know – dunked.  A physical expression of what happens in the spiritual.  That’s where Jesus took all those nasty things I said/did/thoughts along with the hurtful things that others did to me and He buried them – forever.  They are gone, and I finally feel clean.  The Bible says God doesn’t even remember them anymore.  Now that is freedom!

Thank  goodness I don’t have to have this all figured out today.  I am grateful for the “new birth” in my life.  And no, I didn’t have to crawl back into my mommy’s tummy to experience it…What about you?  Are you ready for a change?


 Nicodemus said to Him, “How can a man be born when he is old? Can he enter a second time into his mother’s womb and be born?”

 Jesus answered, “Most assuredly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter the kingdom of God. That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.

 Do not marvel that I said to you, ‘You must be born again.’ 

 The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit.” (John 3:4-8 NKJV)


Dear Lord,

I am praying today for the ones who haven’t met You yet.  The children who are lost, bruised, beaten, confused, and hurt.  I pray that You would step into their darkness and shine Your light.  You are not willing that any of them should perish/die/hurt.  I am not either. Lead us to your hurting children Lord.  Use us in this life to show them that things can change, even if they don’t think so.  Add our faith to their despair, and deliver them.  They matter, they count, they are chosen.

The world has left them for dead.  I ask you Lord, to bring them   new life.  You said you came to bring them life, and life more abundantly; release it now Lord.  Give them hope, a future, and a new reason to live, in Jesus’ Name.