Living in Limbo

I haven’t blogged for a few days because living in limbo distracts my thoughts. I’ll admit that my *walk-by-faith-not-by-sight shoes are pinching my toes and blisters are forming, but *I press onward to the goal of God’s call upon my life.

The pain is temporary, but the blisters remind me that the journey with the Lord is not an easy path. We’ll get there. *God has a perfect plan and *purpose for His glory.

K is Killing Me

The letter K has been elusive for me. On Friday, I sat in the hospital with my mom and sister-in-law, chatting, silently praying, and attempting to read—but not a conducive setting for writing or focusing on the letter K. However, I did text my Kansas kids.

From doing a Joy Jig to Praying for Jim

As I approached the wooden box, visions of my boys’ toys of all sizes and shapes jammed into it filled my heart with dread. The chest has sat untouched since we moved into this house almost eleven years ago, so there was no telling if "jack might jump out of the box."

The wooden chest holds memories near and dear to my heart. My husband designed it to store our camping gear inside and serve as our new baby boy’s bed on top. As our first son grew and a second one joined the family, the box became a jumble of trucks, balls, Legos, transformers, and more. 

Illusions of Innovative ideas

 I begin each day with illusions of innovative ideas of being industries. My imagination runs wild as I imagine each room packed and ready for the movers. The energetic initiative to invent illusive plans soon fails when unexpected issues arise.

Interruptions like phone calls, emails; even needing to give my diabetic cat her insulin stops my incentive to complete the tasks.

Incidentals like sorting through my kids’ school papers, vacation pictures, random notes…make my mind drift of course.

Idleness like Facebook, television, playing solitaire on this laptop, breaks my steps toward reaching my goals.

Hassles of Living Between Two Places

Hassle: aggravation, annoyance, bother, disruption, frustration, inconvenience, stressor

In February, as I hurried to clean out our huge office desk we were about to sell, the organized me hung folders in a portable file cabinet, packed away envelopes, staples, paper clips, and misplaced securely hid our boxes of checks. I don’t know how many years I stored the checks in the same desk drawer along with a file system for bill paying. Now, the desk was sold…taken away…and my system was scattered among several boxes.