The Key to Judging Others

I thought I had it all figured out. I was right, they were wrong and that’s all anyone needed to know.

Have you ever felt like this? Be honest, now. No one is looking at your answer…tell the truth. Have you ever looked at someone, their lifestyle, their language, their weight, their habits, their behavior and decided….well, we in the South would say, “bless their heart”, and just go about our business. We may even shake our heads sadly. “Bless ’em.”

I have. Many times. But..The Lord is teaching me a lot of lessons and HOW to judge others is one of those. May I share with you?

You see, I must not have understood the principle that **everyone** is worthy of His love, grace and mercy until recent years. I suppose I was complacent in my obedience of the Law, the Legalism. I “went to church” when I was told to–“every time the doors are opened”; I was baptized and took Communion; I didn’t sin “too badly”; I dressed, ate, drank, spoke, and basically lived like a good little Christian should. In fact, all this can be said for Mr. Patient, as well. He and I are traveling this road of grace together, hand-in-hand, walking, stumbling, dusting off one another as we….grow.

Somehow along the Legalistic Way we didn’t catch on that Love truly IS what makes the world go ’round. Continue reading “The Key to Judging Others”

Walking in June and July 2018

Packing up and Heading Out

The summer of 2018 will be remembered as packing up and heading out, or at least preparing to head out.

So much preparation went into preparing the house for the auction that Mr. Patient and I  just plumb tuckered ourselves out. And the littles, too, worked diligently right alongside us completing every assigned task. There were many times when I noted that they would be ready for a well-deserved break just as us adults will be! I am not sure kids these days are expected to work as diligently as ours are, but they should be. We definitely do not buy into that kid-entitlement thing.

Our house received new paint, inside and out, new back deck, necessary repairs, cleaning up and out. We have packed, stored, trashed, shared, scrubbed, tossed, scraped, painted, removed, added and alllll the verbs that go along with preparing a home to sale. Our home wasn’t even in a terribly bad condition. I can’t imagine the added efforts and expense if it had been. Geez.

At one point in the painting process, it was clear that the littles and I could not co-exist with the ladders, drop cloths, and buckets of paint which where necessary for the men to complete the interior painting. We took that week to visit northeast Georgia and meet some Instagram friends. Our family loves Appalachia but we had never had the pleasure of traveling through that part of the region. An overnight stop at our son’s and daughter-in-law’s home was a sweet beginning to our trip. What joy for the opportunity to see how they are turning their walls into a beautiful first nest! Morgan manages the community garden, to boot. Way to go, son!

 

 

What fun times we had meeting new friends in Georgia who also blessed us with a Continue reading “Walking in June and July 2018”

Serving Up Waffles and Hope

Have you ever left Waffle House with tears of happiness? Oh…you haven’t? So, it is just me? Hmmm…perhaps it is because the littles and I are on the tail-end of a weeklong trip without Dad to help out. We felt the need to leave home for a week as we just couldn’t co-exist with the the house painters who are readying our home for the July auction**. Surely I don’t have to tell you that my eyes are bloodshot, my body is tired and the kids are beyond ready to run and play in their own backyard. However, the trip has been a sweet time of fellowship with many dear folks.

Back to the happy tears upon leaving the Powder Springs, Georgia, Waffle House this morning. Perhaps my happiness and contentment comes from our experience at this restaurant today. I think so.

As we travel around the nation we realize this world may have its problems and brokenness but there are good people who care about others in this world. There is hope and there is strength in the goodness of Americans and humanity. When someone wakes up and goes to her job with a good attitude and works as if she is serving the Lord and not humans, then it is obvious to others and this makes the day brighter and the world more hopeful.

One of those folks who spreads that hope is Audi at Waffle House Unit #1496 in Powder Springs, GA, right outside of Hiram. Ya’ll, she cared for us as if she knew we were travel-weary. Maybe she could tell?

 

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Ms. Audi made sure the kiddos were content with coloring books and crayons while she kept my coffee hot and filled. She is a conversationalist but Continue reading “Serving Up Waffles and Hope”

Walking in February 2018

Hey ya’ll!

Thanks for being here and walking life with us! We love the community that is building here and on Instagram and YouTube. We even show up on Twitter, Facebook and Pinterest sometimes. Please share us with your friends on your social media sites. We sure would be appreciative.

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To make walking life with us a bit easier, we will summarize at each month’s end what has been added on this home-on-the-web that month. This should make navigating our additions much simpler and faster for ya.

So, in February of this 2018 we added a page in our RECIPES section entitled Using Leftovers and Cleaning out the Larder and Freezer (by popular demand), as well as, some more SANDWICH recipes. One of our blog posts even chats about USING LEFTOVERS when I made a sweet treat with items in our pantry.

Our sweet littles were thrilled to make their first sale of their hot pads. This gave us the opportunity to tweak shipping costs and design just the right package deal that would benefit both them AND you! Thank-you, again, Mrs. Barbara!!

Make the kids’ day, ya’ll, and place an order for hand-made with love, care and attention a package set of Cotton Woven Hot Pads.

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We are always excited to share with you those who are Continue reading “Walking in February 2018”

Red Flags

Red flags are usually meant to indicate danger, warnings of impending harm or damage to people or property. As I sit on the Emerald Coast of Florida this morning I can’t help but notice the stiffly flying red flag which warns folks about the rough Gulf waves. I also can’t help but enjoy the oddly peaceful sound of the crashing waves and the fresh salty breezes which actually aid my youngest son’s breathing.

A stiffly flying red flag doesn’t physically have to be present for someone to be wary of a bad business deal or a dark cave or even dating the wrong person. “Too many red flags,” they might be heard to say.

This post forces us to just jump right into a topic which might be a red flag topic to some–well, to many. TOO many.

I may be jumping into a somewhat dangerous body of water, but the risk is worth it.

It is time. Continue reading “Red Flags”

I Can’t Feed Myself

Well, I CAN, I just DON’T. When I published yesterday’s Instagram post with the theme, “be kind to yourself”, “forgive yourself for yesterday”, “take care of your soul”, “do something for yourself today” and all that jazz, I meant it. I really did. That pretty plate of healthy food was for real and made by me for me…the day prior. Today is a different matter. I am tired. Tired of chores…questions…duties…lists…material possessions lying around…questions…laundry…dirty dishes…unfulfilled plans…unwritten thank-you notes…sticky floors…unread articles and books…ungraded math sheets…overdue library books (and that one we lost)…my poor health…perpetual piano practice…and did I mention questions?? Mamas (and Daddies!) get tired. ALL parents do, except those with full-time nannies and maids. Maybe they get tired, too; I wouldn’t know. This little chat is for mamas, ladies, and, yes, men who are blessed with ladies in their lives. Men, you need to learn “how it is” in case you haven’t already figured it out.

Watch One of our “Don’t Stop” Days here

In the days of my government school teaching of grades 3 and 5 and then day care directing of 100 children and 25 employees, I grew tired. Working sixty-plus hours a week on top of homekeeping was rough (and family-damaging, I must admit)! Motherhood-weariness is not reserved for working-outside-the-home moms, single moms, self-employed moms, homeschool moms, large-family moms, or any particular group. It is not a respecter of mothers. It picks on all hard-working, hard-loving, non-stopping maternal folks who give their all for family, friends and even faith. If you can’t relate, it might be a good idea to go ahead Continue reading “I Can’t Feed Myself”

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