Tag: Story

Your Story Matters – Blog it!

Your story matters. It may not seem so right now. But you are not the only one going through it, that’s for sure. One of the the things I really like about blogging is that you get to meet people all over the world who may be going through the exact same situation.

When I blog about depression, I get to meet others who are in the battle and learn what worked for them to kick out the blues. When I write about my past domestic violence situations I get wisdom from others who have made it out alive. When I write about finding hope in God I get to meet others who have found Him faithful and true. We are a tribe of men, women, and children who share our hearts with people we have never met. I love it!!!

I am more honest on my blog than I am with people sometimes. It’s really easy to pour your heart out when you just type whatever you think. There is a freedom in that. Your heart, your feelings, your hopes, dreams, failures – it is really addicting! It’s a total no judgement zone.

Do you blog?

What do you blog about?

Why do you blog?

I read my about page today – funny how you write that page and forget about it. It helped me remember why I do this:

My Purpose – To overcome adversity, thrive, and live an abundant life

My Mission – To encourage and teach others how to rise above their circumstances, enlarge their vision, and soar to new heights with God

My Calling – To use words and music to find and share hope is this crazy world

What about you? What is your vision? Do you have a dream? A calling?

I encourage your to write it down. It’s real then. It helped me focus on why I do what I do. It gives me vision. Without vision the people perish I read…

Plus, it’s really funny to read something you wrote like 3 years ago and totally forgot about. Blogging gives me perspective – on how far I have come, what I have overcome, and how faithful God is to His promises!

 

 

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I Can’t Believe I Stepped in That!

Yep. It’s Monday. Let me share a funny story – a true story. In fact I got to experience it this morning.  Yesterday was our “Opa Sunday”. Once a month or so we have Bob’s dad and My Dad and Stepmom over for lunch.  This way the kids get to hear the stories of what life was like when they grew up. Kind of a family tradition thing.  Between Bob and I we have 6 kids – some are grown and out on their own. Yesterday we had 3 of the 6 here.  Lots of laughs, burgers, a bottle of wine, and My dad brings his own beer. And they each bring their dogs. So we have 3 dogs, 2 cats, 2 bunnies and all of us. Usually we start with cheese and crackers. Yesterday’s menu was hot dogs and burgers. And all the dogs fight for treats – all day. Good times, good stories, good company. It was a fun day, doggies and all.

So about four in the morning our dog Emmy starts barking her head off. And then we hear a knock on the door. My husband comes downstairs and then comes back upstairs and says, “Hey, there is someone outside on a cell phone.” He puts a shirt on and I race downstairs. Now we have teenagers at home, so I’m thinking, “Oh man, what kid is here now?” and “What kid of mine is outside talking outside on the phone at 4 AM?”  Yep Ms D. is pumped.

My first stop was each of the kids room. I turn on the lights and yell, “Who is outside and who are you talking to?” Both are in bed asleep.  I get the ‘”huh?” as they sit up in bed dazed. Ok, they are safe so I am off to the front door.

So I run into the kitchen, keep in mind I am still in my pj’s and I am barefoot. And then I feel it – something warm and squishy in between my toes. “S#*t!” I say out loud.  I can’t believe I stepped in that! Then I almost trip over the dog trying to get to the door.  I open the door wide enough to get myself outside and push the dog back so she doesn’t bite whoever this is.  There is a man on our porch, probably about 50 holding a box. Not looking good here.

My response – ok, not the most Christian thing to say, but keep in mind I am not awake and I have dog poop in between my toes!  “Who in the f*^k are you?”  His eyes get real big. “Uh, Uh, I have a package for Rasmussen – a delivery.”  I turn myself around, realizing for the first time I am outside talking to a stranger in my pj’s with dog poop in between my toes.  I turn around, and don’t say a word. I open the door, kick the dog back (yes, with that foot) and by that time Bob is downstairs and I say, “Hey, your freaking  part is here for the job today.”  He goes outside and gets the part from the dude. I think I scared the crap out of him, and the dog, lol!

Happy Monday!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tell Me a Story

Have a seat. Want some lemonade? Let me tell you a story…

“We must tell stories the way God does, stories in which a sister must float her little brother on a river with nothing but a basket between him and the crocodiles. Stories in which a king is a coward, and a shepherd boy steps forward to face the giant. Stories with fiery serpents and leviathans and sermons in whirlwinds. Stories in which murderers are blinded on donkeys and become heroes. Stories with dens of lions and fiery furnaces and lone prophets laughing at kings and priests and demons. Stories with heads on platters. Stories with courage and crosses and redemption. Stories with resurrections.”
― N.D. Wilson

It was so funny, as I was preparing this post my social media went nuts. My Twitter account starting sending tweets of my poetry to my Facebook account. I didn’t authorize this nor set it up as an autopost. I checked and these were things that I had published here at WordPress.  Here is my miracle today – and my message from God:

IN A CRISIS

THE EARTH TREMBLES

AMAZING LIGHTNING VIDEO

CREATED TO BE LOVED

WOULD YOU LOVE THEM FOR ME ANYWAY

 

Source: the secret.com.au

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