I'm really NOT a complainer, and most often I have a "glass half full" attitude. But today? Today I was discouraged. Tonight, I'm not looking forward to going to work tomorrow, and I am having to remind myself of all the reasons that I became a nurse. I am remembering Colossians 3:23-24, the scripture I so often would point my son Rory to - "Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward.It is the Lord Christ you are serving." Why? Because my back is killing me from ANOTHER recent injury at work. And my right knee is all but shot, and twice the size of the left one. (Not so attractive in a dress). And when trying to get the appropriate treatment such as ... View Post
Camping, right HERE, and Being Still
For months before both of my children left home, close friends would joke with me and ask how I planned on spending my "empty nest" time. I really didn't have an answer. All I knew was, I would be mailing care packages to Ian in Chicago, and looked forward to dropping little surprises off at Rory & Holly's place. Oh, I entertained the idea of dating. Okay, I'm still entertaining that idea, but not too, too seriously, to be honest. Maybe I'll start a new hobby - Join a gym, start working out. Within a few weeks of the kids being gone, I completely re-did my basement, washing walls, moving furniture, cleaning carpet, and made the cutest little bedroom for 2 down there. I'm not sure who it's for. Oh, but it is so darling! I had the spare room upstairs painted. I bought new ... View Post
Prayin’ in the Ice Cream Aisle
I want to tell you how intimately our God knows us, knows our heart aches, our dreams, our goals, our deepest desires, and our hurts. And I want you to know that nothing is impossible for Him. He will arrange the most divine appointments to comfort us, if we seek Him. I have story after story after story in my life alone, and have heard countless testimonies told by others as well. But tonight, I want to tell you about a man named Sam, and an encounter that was arranged by God. Sam's daughter, Michele, was my very dear friend. In fact, we called each other "seesters." We lived next door to each other, raised our children together, worked from home together, had coffee every morning together..... You get the picture. We were close. Well, Sam was Michele's Dad. He was awesome. He ... View Post
The Picture That Hangs In My Closet
Curled up on my bed with a good book one night, I happened to glance up and take notice of the inside of my closet, where I had carelessly left the light on and the door open. On the top shelf were several framed photos, awards, and wall decorations that I had neatly stored there while having my living room painted. But one of the frames was extra long, so I hung it on a small shelf that ran horizontally along the back of the closet. Now lying on my bed, as I glanced up I had the perfect view of that frame. In it was a collage of old family photos of my parents' wedding day, one photo of my grandparents, and a few others of my brother, sister, and I as children. It was a Christmas gift one year from my sister-in-law. As I glanced at that collage of photos, the one that she ... View Post
The Day He Opened My Eyes
Flipping through the pages of my RE-birthday calendar, I realized I was two days late wishing my friend Tina a happy RE-birthday. Yes, RE-birthday. A year ago, I was with her when something supernatural took place. The eyes of her heart were enlightened, the veil was lifted, and as she turned from darkness, and toward Jesus Christ, she began to realize not only the depth of our fall, but the beauty of His grace. That evening, she received TRUE forgiveness of her sins, and an inheritance of eternal life with Him. As we Christians like to put it, she "got saved." It was an evening I'll never forget, and the beginning of a friendship I will forever cherish. Whenever I am blessed enough to witness those scales being pulled back from the heart and spiritual eyes of someone, I return ... View Post
Barley Soup
Boil - 2 cans of tomato soup, with 3 cans of water. Throw in 1 pound of ground sirloin (mashed up in the liquid with a potato masher). Throw in 2 bouillon cubes, a couple of bay leaves, and an onion. Simmer that for a while, stirring occasionally so that it does not burn and the meat is cooked well. Meanwhile, boil a pot of water and put in about 3/4 cup of barley - Simmer it about 45 minutes. You don't want it to get soggy, but you also don't want it crunchy. Strain the barley well and then toss it into the soup mixture! Vwa! La! Soooo good, that I'm sure it will even cure the ebola virus! ... View Post
After The Last Rain Falls
"That's a GREAT Book!" I told my patient's daughter, who was sitting in the corner reading her Bible. She looked up and smiled. "Are you a Christian?" she asked. "I am," I said. That was the conversation that took place, immediately following my crying out to God, asking Him to "step into my day" - My crazy, chaotic, seemingly out-of-control busy day at work. As if He were not already intimately involved in the circus I felt I was in, I begged Him to "show up!" And show up, He did! (But He was there all along.) The very busy assignment I had in one room, kept me from spending much time in my other room, where my patient's daughter sat in the corner reading her Bible. But each time I was in the room, we talked about Jesus, and I knew that what my patient needed far more than ... View Post
Irish Bread (“Little Allan” Version)
INGREDIENTS: 5 cups flour 5 tsp baking powder 1/4 tsp soda 1/8 tsp salt One pint buttermilk 1 egg 1 cup sugar Fist-full of crisco (about 1/4 cup) 1 stick margarine (or butter) DIRECTIONS: Put all ingredients in mixer, mix, and "dump" into 2 loaf pans (or 1 larger baking pan), and cook about 50 minutes at 350 degrees. Tastes good with just butter on it, warm or cold! This recipe came from Antigonish, Nova Scotia, Canada! Memory: I can't help but remember good times growing up when I smell Irish bread baking in the oven. Fiddle music, and Dad step dancing, "tuning" with my sons on his knee when they were little. ... View Post







