Like any good southern girl, I’ve always addressed my father as Daddy. Whether I’m speaking to him, or just about him to someone else, I consider it his proper name. A friend once pointed out that since he isn’t her father, I should refer to him as “my daddy” but it just never took.
Earlier in the week I attempted to list out my blessings with the aid of a prompt list. Instead of generating thanks in my heart, I ended up just listing things I ought to be thankful for. Fast forward to this morning, and I struggled with my attitude from the moment I woke up. The whys are important, but not to the point of this story. The difficulties were helpful in pointing me to my blessings.
This is the story of my dieting life: Start the plan gun-ho for the exciting changes planned for my life, slowly get distracted, then fizzle out.
So here I am. 21 days into my 36th year and I feel no wiser for it. The week following my birthday, Jay and I traveled to Cape Cod for vacation. We stayed with my sister and her family for the week and had an incredible time. Continue reading
I haven’t joined the girls for #FridayFive fun in a few weeks, but couldn’t resist this week’s prompt: smiles.
In the words of Buddy the Elf, “Smiling is my favorite!”
As I’ve recounted on previous blogs, my life is full of thousands upon thousands of blessings. Every day things which Abba brings into my day which point me back to Him. Continue reading
Eventually, I’ll get caught up and will stop having to preface my thankful blogs with a note about the month these thanks were actually recorded. For now, I’ll clue you in that our wedding anniversary falls in November and let you calculate from there.
7400) Answer to prayers – anxiety about tummy issues
7413) House guests who help with dishes
7427) Townsend hot dogs for our 7th wedding anniversary Continue reading
I ask some wonderful ladies if they would be willing to share part of their Christmas with my readers. While my last post dealt with how I personally deal with the holiday blues, each person and situation is different.
Some struggle with perfectionism and the anxiety of depriving their children (and themselves) of that picture-perfect Christmas. Others feel the grief of an empty seat at the table more prominently this time of year.
Because sometimes joy is a choice to refocus the mind, I’m linking up at Mrs. Disciple as we focus on the joy of the season.
Is there a difference between happiness and joy? I suppose it depends on who you ask. I often find joy in things which began as a small bite of happiness, but grow into cherished memories and time-tested traditions.
This Christmas season, I have struggled to find my cheer. Yesterday marked 1 year since my dad’s cancer surgery, and he’s been cancer free ever since. Jay’s family melts nicely into mine for the holidays and we are one big happy family.
So why is the joy of Christmas so elusive for me?
Happiness is all around. Facebook is filled with beautiful pictures from friends’ Christmas trees and lights. The bell ringers at the grocery sing the 12 days of Christmas. Holiday parties fill the calendar.
In the spirit of Halloween, let’s discuss fear. Some love to dress up in scary costumes, watch horror movies, or visit haunted corn mazes. While I don’t enjoy the traditional horrifying aspects of Halloween, I certainly don’t live life in a bubble – afraid to experience all this world has to offer.
So which am I? Fearful or Fearless?