Someone Else’s Life

I don’t know who she was.

That little one wound like a spring.

Someone else’s life.                             .


I don’t know what she wanted.

She didn’t know either.

Someone else’s life.


I don’t know the questions she needed answers to.

She searched and searched and protected her heart.

Someone else’s life.


I don’t know all the places she looked ,

For love, acceptance and freedom,

Someone else’s life.


I don’t know how it became,

But love found her,

Way back there,

In someone else’s life.

A Huge Shout Out!

A huge shout out to Julie Jordan Scott who has inspired and encouraged me to write.

I never thought I would need someone to encourage me in that, since I love writing and words and such.

I have enjoyed her process. So much so, that I can feel the fog receding from my mind. For sure it took a long time fogging up, but the process is helping me out very quickly.

I used this prompt to begin here again. Not earth shattering by any means, but a beginning none the less.

5 minutes. And go…

My desk. Early morning. Sun streaming in. The intense heat of summer has pushed my work space to the desk down stairs. And then on a cool morning, I find my real working space piled high with what should be put away, except for the stifling heat that sends me off to less stuffy places. This space, screams to me for order, but order probably won’t come for another month. Except in fits and starts of early morning coolness. And then, I

5 minute brain dump; 5 Aug 2017

only stare at it. Waiting. Waiting for my attention, piling up more. A monument to creativity past, and possibilities future.

Thanks for joining me here.

I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do.

Please join Julie’s link up above if you want to get more detail on this process.


About That Passion of Yours…..


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I’ve been spending the last several months looking at live streaming through the eyes of a group called The PeriGirls.

Through this group, I have seen so many different things.

The things that people are passionate about, and how they address those passions in their daily lives.

There are as many different passions as there are women.

Agree with some, disagree with others, but always, always, always value the woman behind the passion.

Through ThePeriGirls, I have been able to look at my interests over the years, and evaluate whether they are “Passions” or just things I like.

I have been able to distill those interests down to three. Two of which can be put to good use on this blog. (I knew I was holding on to this domain name for a reason –  these gals are definitely a large kind of Significant Encounter!)

It will be fun to get engaged with blogging again, and I know that my “Peri-Sisters” will keep me accountable, and give me that nudge, or even that PUSH to keep me moving.

I have joined hands with a few women who encourage me to keep moving. They are helping me to enjoy the journey even more than I had in the past.

So. Please join me in the future to see just how things turn out.

Living Life in a Bubble

There are many types of bubbles.

  • Fun, sit on the lawn and blow bubbles into the wind bubbles
  • Work, get the dishes done kind of bubbles
  • Silly, bathtub beard kind of bubbles

As a young mom, my girls and I would sit on the terrace outside our house, and blow bubbles at all the cars going by. There was so much laughter and joy. I was not aware of how fleeting those moments were. Like the bubbles we were blowing, those times disappeared into thin air. The living of life, popped each one, leaving only a sweet memory.

Bubbles in the sink mean that your family got to eat that day. Sometimes, but not always with a grateful heart, you wash rinse, dry and put away those dishes for their repeat performance tomorrow.

Bath time shenanigans included various bubble beards and masks, and hairstyles. We even had a cat who would jump in the tub, only to be covered with bubbles himself and then scatter them through the house upon his remembering that he was a cat and not supposed to like baths and bubbles.

Those days are gone now. I only wish that I had as much joy while they were happening, as I do now remembering them.  Sweet, sweet memories.


The bubbles I will refer to now, are internal, and not necessarily able to be seen by others.

  • Safety, hiding from what hurts you bubbles
  • Fear, not wanting others to know the real you bubbles
  • Comfort, unwilling to confront the safety and fear issues bubbles

These other kind of bubbles can be insidious and harmful, even though originally they were used to protect us.

As a child, there were people and things that hurt me. I constructed a bubble that would protect me from those pains. Daydreamer. Spacey. Flibbertigibbet. Corny. All names applied to me , all the while, my elaborate bubble protected me from their names and scoldings.


As an emerging adult, I began to fear that people would really see me for who I was. A  Daydreamer. Spacey. Flibbertigibbet. Corny. That is when I realized that for all the protection I thought I had, all those things still hurt me anyway. The bubble did not work. It was firmly in place though. It was then that that protective bubble I had created for myself as a child, became a prison.

Comfort. This latest bubble gave me comfort. From inside of it, I still didn’t have to deal with the pain or the hurt, or even acknowledge it for that matter. So, in comfort, I decorated my cell. Not letting anyone in. It worked well for a while. Years even.

Then something else began to happen inside that bubble. The Lord who I had been courting from inside my protective bubble began a new work in my heart. Holy Spirit came, and I was visited with discontent. A “Holy discontent” if you will. I could no longer live in hiding from the pain’

This summer has been a very busy summer. I am accustomed to hiding out in my house. Avoiding heat. Avoiding dirt. Avoiding bugs. Venturing out only to my air conditioned car. From there into whatever air conditioned destination had been chosen for the day. This year has been quite different.

That  “holy discontent” has pushed me out of my comfortable bubble. I still love my “Comfort bubble”, but have taken advantage of many opportunities during this season to be involved with heat. And dirt. And bugs. Some of the things I encountered, made me want to run and hide away again, but I was able to resist that urge.

Finding the right “Tribe” is of utmost importance. It does not have to be huge in number, it just needs to be the right one!

While my physical self was trying on the outside of the bubble for size, my inside self began to open up to those around me. My aim, was to encourage them, and in reality, they encouraged me!

That “Holy discontent” pushed me out to where others were trying to walk out of their discontent as well.  We encourage each other. Together we are strong.

There is an old song that says “We are one in the Spirit, we are one in the Lord”.

Hallelujah that it’s true!

This is all for now, even though I do not think that the topic of bubbles is over.

In the mean time, consider your bubble. Is it comfortable? Is it a prison? Do you need to expand it? Or do you need to walk right out of it?

Stories from the 99 County Bible Reading Marathon Muscatine County (10)

The End – The Beginning and What’s Next;

The final day – Sunday – the schedule was full for about half of the morning – Again, I reminded God that the problem was being turned over to Him, and He was fully expected to take care of it. Would we be able to finish? To the mortal eye, the answer was no way. To God’s eyes, the eyes of the Spirit, the answer was yes and amen.

By mid morning we had many, many people checking back in, wanting to help us finish strong, and getting more reading assignments. By 2:00, we were down to the very last chapters. I wanted Heather to have the honors of those last chapters since she had been there at the beginning, standing beside me in faithful uncertainty. Heather read and then insisted that I read the last verse.

We shouted. We prayed that God’s word would do what it was sent to accomplish, and that we would begin o see the fruit of our actions.

Then, it “just happened”, that Sharon’s daughter had a shofar. She blew the shofar in worship and in praise, she blew the shofar in war fare, she blew the shofar for VICTORY.

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This event was made possible at our County Court House by a proclamation from Governor Brandstad that Iowans should  participate in the 99 County Bible Reading Marathon at their county courthouses in each county, and that Christians should read their Bibles daily until the Lord returns. Well, as you can imagine, that riled up the enemy of our souls, and brought much warfare in the direction of our Governor.

Each reader was encouraged to write a short note of encouragement to Governor

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What’s next? Well, 52 of 99 counties participated in this reading. There is a plan in place to have the other 47 counties have readings around Labor Day. (Could be the weekend or this could be the week before.)

If you are reading this and wish to have a reading in your county, you can contact me and I can get you connected. Since we’ve already done it here in Muscatine County, doing it in other counties will be much easier. I would be happy to help you gather captains to help you and share some short cuts.

One more thing I’d like to share with you. On a prayer call with Iowa intercessors on Saturday morning, some shared “pictures or visions” they believe God showed them.

Here they are. Read them and consider.

Our Bible reading is like throwing a stone in a pond. The stone causes concentric circles, moving out ward.

Even more than that, ripplesit is like MANY pebbles being tossed into the water, (bigger than a pond) and moving outward.

But then, it is more like hailstones breaking violently over the face of the water. Who knows where hose ripples end?

Our prayer was that the reverberations and ripples to increase, that the enemies power be broken by the Word of God, being sent forth to finish all it is sent to accomplish, and not return void. (empty)


I want to thank you so much for staying with this blog series. My prayer is that you can be encouraged, and see that even though it is much bigger than you, if GOD asks you to do something, He will always provide.

After all, it’s not your problem any way is it?