The first born is now an adult

Tears, while I think of my oldest grand son, and read the words of my youngest daughter.
The days go slow, but the years go fast. Be there for all of it.

Words like bingo balls

20190328_093620.jpg 18 years ago, 2 kids who had no idea what they were doing were handed a baby. What a journey it has been! ❤

To my first-born child on the day that you become an official adult,

There are so many things that I would like to say to you, to ensure that you have heard, that you KNOW deep inside of you.  So many topics that I find myself wondering, “Did I teach him that?  Did we cover this? Will he know what to do, what is expected?”

I find that for most of these situations, you consistently rise to the occasion, and more often than not exceed what I had in mind.

Moving forward into your adult life, I would ask that you carry these thoughts with you:

  1. Be kind. You may not always be the best at what you attempt. Life will not always go the way…

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The Value of Quiet

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As much as Time as I spend thinking about and talking about the value of quiet time, I have realized that recently, circumstances, or at least my view of them, have kept me from that much needed space of quiet.

Experience has shown me that if I stay away from practicing quietude for too long, it is increasingly difficult to get back into it. Only over time does the value of it begin to appear evident again.

Without quiet, and by that I mean quality quiet, there is just no space for new thoughts, or old thoughts, and sometimes for any thoughts. A classic over thinker, my husband is curious how one can go without thinking.

Not thinking, can be restful, but over time, it becomes a trap. Not thinking, muddles our minds over time. The trap is like serious brain fog for the thinking that we should be doing.

Last week I had to make a quality decision. That decision was not to ignore my quiet time for any reason; real or imagined. My mind, needs some serious un-muddling.

Until today, the thoughts have not been filing in very quickly. Today was a breakthrough day.

For my next post I’ll share some of those thoughts, but for this one, I’d like to ask you a question, or four, about yourself.

  • Over thinker or under thinker?
  • Do you know how much quiet time do YOU require?
  • Do you allow yourself that bit of quiet to sort things out?
  • What happens when you do/don’t?

I’d love to hear your reply. Please leave your answers in the comments.

Until next time – catch up on some Quietude.

 

 

 

 

Choices; Useful or Not?

 

 

 

There is a limb, a little one, shaped like a Shepard’s crook.

It hangs upside down, broken off the tree.

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This is the end of the second year it’s been there.

Hanging upside down. Broken. Yet hanging on through every season. Through the calm, and through he storm.

If in the Spring, I rescue it, I’ll never know how long it could have held on.

What would it mean if I left it there? Just to watch it?

Would it serve a purpose , or only be a image of something lonely, broken, and serving no purpose at all? Useless.

If I take it down, it could be used for kindling for a fire, or be reused as in some sort of house decor.

So the choices are; leave it or rescue it, knowing it’s purpose is over, or re-purpose it.

It rather reminds me of a broken life.

I know that personally I have held on to many of the broken parts of my life for far to long.

Many times, because it was the right thing to do, and others because I was too afraid to let go.

At least in the brokenness I knew what to expect. May I just say though, that when I let God my savior rescue me, my purpose became more clear?

Some of those broken things were ready to be disposed of, while others, were re-purposed into things that were useful both for myself and others.

Some of those broken things became the most beautiful treasures in my life. 

I only needed to be quiet long enough to “Hear His voice”. It speaks loudly on the inside, when I take the time to calm myself.

How about you?

What parts of you are “broken”?

Do they need to be let go of, or can they be re-purposed into a beautiful treasure?

I encourage you to take a few moments to quiet your heart and mind; you may be surprised to see the outcome.

You may find some help attaining some quiet by visiting here.

Be sure and let me know how you do!

 

 

 

 

 

Frozen February

The world we live in will not give us a quiet place
to be, we have to find it for ourselves.

My hope is that this little video will
help us to find that quiescent place.

A quiet place to rest our body, our soul,
and our spirit, if only for a moment.

My gift to you. A few moments, in a quiet place.

 

If you enjoyed this time of Quietude, you can find more on YouTube at DeborahSPC

 

Snippets; When Will You …

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It’s so much easier to read about, study, and talk about writing than it is to actually sit down to write.

Snippets; When Will You Ever … really write?

I know I’m supposed to write. And write. And write. I know it in my bones. And yet; I don’t write nearly as much as I should.

It’s so much easier arranging and rearranging my office, my stacks and my document files, to write, than actually to write the ding dang documents.

The thoughts, or at least the concepts, are flying through my head at great speed. I sit to type, or write it on the page, and just as quickly it flies away.

I take notes; Snippets on napkins, snippets on my phone, snippets on postie notes. Snippets in my pockets, and even snippets written sometimes on my palms.

To no avail. They are just snippets. Except like at this moment, telling myself, and you all the reasons why I can’t get it done.

Now as I’m typing this, I am wondering if my issue is because of the depth I would like to reach in my writings.

Living it was difficult, analyzing, and processing was almost more difficult.

Truthfully, I may not be really sure just how to get that deep again.

Is re-visiting the pain necessary? After all, it is gone.

Do I have to feel it all over again? Maybe trying to remember it again in so much detail is what is slowing me down.

What do I have to share that can best help you, the reader, in the way that you need helped?

Clarity is on the way. I know it. Perhaps you can help me by letting me know how I can share with you in a meaningful way.

Long, short, I believe I didn’t just walk through my life, and learn what I learned for my own benefit, but for yours as well.

And just so you know, in the mean time, I’m saving all of those snippets!