How'd You Get Here Anyway? (and will you journey with me there?)
I remember nearly throwing up when I hit the submit button to create this blog. No idea what it was all about and where it would go. Anything from December 31, 2007 on was out of surrender and obedience to God.Here we are. I still shake my head when I see the follower faces are not those of my mom and immediate family. I've made friends who in cyber world have been there and got me better than sometimes those near me. It's been a great ride.I try never to take any part of my life for granted. I don't know how you got here, but I thank you. Thanks for the comments, the reads, the FriendConnect, the Networked Blog follow and for all the other things I still don'

Book Review: Cindy Woodsmall's The Sound of Sleigh Bells
Cindy Woodsmall had me at When the Heart Cries.  I'm drawn to Amish themed books but the plots were becoming so similar I was mixing up authors and books.  When the Heart Cries was so original and such a page turner, Cindy Woodsmall has been on my radar ever since.The Sound of Sleigh Bells is a comfy bad weather day read.  What sets this book ap

I'd Like to Thank...
The rare award shows I watch, I'm often mystified by the odd thanks the winner gives out. There's the mom, dad, teacher, spouse, makes sense. I love when God and Jesus gets credit, unless of course I'm getting all judgemental wondering if that's the first time the person used His name in a non profane way. Dogs, cats, circumstances, events, friends, enemies, everyone gets a thanks. Even the "little people".What if it were you with a platform to say tha

Love and Chocolate
It's been a long couple weeks. I keep writing about frustration and how the root for me is blocked goals. I thought the website would be done, articles sent, new life underway.The youngest had her first asthma flare up in a couple years. This used to be an every hour and sometimes minute part of our lives. Her wheeze caught me off guard. It's not just a physical drain getting up during the night to keep up with treatments, it's a mental wear. When she recovers, I emotionally collapse.Well, I usually do. As soon as she got better, the oldest complained

Be Aware
What a week! Last week the youngest had her first asthma flare up in a couple years. This week the oldest caught some syndrome "as close to being the flu without being the flu." I've never seen him so sick. My husband let me know he's in charge of 4 projects due at once. This is going to require a lot of overtime. My to do list isn't exactly "to done". I'm thankful for recovering health and employment. I live in an area near a GM plant. Times are tough and I don't want to take anything for granted.This is old but I wanted to shed light on bre*st cancer awareness month. There are a few family members who joined this sorority without being asked or wanting to. All can