God Hit Me On The Head

Yep, He did.  Sometimes He has to in order to get my attention.  Not that I didn’t think I was paying attention.  But. . .

Yesterday was the 3rd day in a row of fighting high blood sugars.  They would be fine every so often, but then get really high and not come down for hours, if at all.  For me, that is both physically and emotionally taxing.

Anyway, I was also very busy, which added to the frustration.

To make a long story short(er), I told my folks what I was up to yesterday afternoon, which included an explanation of something that wasn’t necessarily bad, but they didn’t need to hear.  Neither did my niece who came up while I was talking with them, or the other gentleman that was nearby.  The hit on the head came last night when I started to do my Bible study.  Crud.  I should have not talked to another person about what was going on, I should have just talked to God about it.  Him and only Him.

My devotion this morning was about talking to God about each and every little thing.  Another hit.

Then, on the way to work this morning, there was at least 1 song, if not 3, that had to do with talking to God.  Hit again.

Now, I tend to talk to God about pretty much everything, on a pretty constant basis.  However, this weekend, I let not feeling good and busyness get in the way.  Not good.

After the 3 hits in a row, I’m thinking I really need to pick up my journal again and start writing letters to God each and every evening about everything that has gone on throughout the day.  This is in addition to praying about everything as I make my way through the day.

Last night I did ask for forgiveness.  I also asked that He let me know if I need to apologize to anyone else about it.  So far, I haven’t seen that, but life isn’t over, yet.  (Yes, I know I’m going to heaven after my physical death, so I know that life doesn’t ever end.  That’s the point.)

This was just a bit about me and what I’m going through right now.  I figure there is probably someone else out there that needs to hear that they’re not alone in this, or I wouldn’t have felt the need to share another of my shortcomings.

On a totally different note (this one’s good), a group of us from church got together on Saturday evening and we got into a discussion about poop (think Squatty-Potty commercials).  Sounds crazy and typically not something I talk about.  Ever, with anyone.  However, I laughed a lot and had a great time.  That was a definite positive in the weekend.

Thank you for spending some of your precious time with me today.  I hope this encourages you in some way.  If in no other way but knowing that Christians are just regular people with horrendous moments and good moments, too.  We just know that God is here to help us and we trust that He has already forgiven us.  If you don’t know God, I encourage you to get to know Him, as His help and knowing I’m forgiven is the greatest relief you can possibly imagine.  And, He offers it to you, too.  Yep, you.


Worship in Tears

This post is all about me, so just pass it on by if you’re not interested in ramblings.

This morning, I was in a building with a lot of other people worshiping and praising God.  This building was full of people that I care about deeply and I know quite a few of them care about me, as well.  As we were praising God in song, a couple of the songs hit me hard.  The sermon today really hit me hard, too.  I have to say, I’m not one to cry, but I was really glad that the lights were low and it was a rainy day, which made it even darker, ’cause the tears were falling today.

There are two things that I am desperate for from God.  One of them is something that hits me pretty hard every so often, but most of the time I just figure it’s one of those things that God knows wouldn’t be good for me to have and I’m fine with it.  Through worship of God today, I wonder if maybe having that one thing I’m desperate for would inhibit a closer relationship with God.  Usually it’s viewed as something that is good and helps people in their relationship with God.  I’m not most people, so maybe that’s not true for me.  Anyway, I’m going to try and let go of that desire.  So, if you worship God, the creator of all that exists from the beginning to the end of time in any and all realities/universes/dimensions, etc., the I AM, please pray with me that I’ll be able to let that desire go completely.

The second thing that I am desperate for from God is something that has to do with 3 other people and their relationship with God.  That one I know is within God’s will and I will keep praying for until it happens or I die.  Well, I’ll still be talking to God about it after I die, so that one’s not stopping.

And, no, neither of these things has to do with my health.  My health is what it is.  I pray about it and trust that it is in God’s hands.

Now, I’m done rambling.  There aren’t specific, ’cause you don’t need to know them to pray.  God’s amazing in that he knows exactly what’s needed, even when we don’t.  I’m hoping the tears are done and gone.  For those of you that actually made it through this, thank you for listening.  Sometimes, talking with someone else is what we need, and today, I needed to talk.  Writing it down is nice, ’cause then I can erase what comes out, before I’ve said too much.

Thank you for spending some of your precious time today with me.  Have a great rest of the day.  I appreciate your prayers and I will be praying for you, as well.

Christians Beware!

We are losing people from the Body of Christ quite frequently.  If anyone asks them why, a frequent answer is, “Christians are worse than everyone else in the world!”  If you are a Christian, you’re probably going, “Huh?”  We are not being Christlike.

1 Thessalonians 5:11 says, “Therefore encourage one another, and build up one another, just as in fact you are doing.”  That last phrase rarely applies, these days.

You know those people that seem to have it all together and you say hello to, but don’t take the time to get to know?  They may have it all together, or, their lives may be falling apart.  Maybe they are just introverts that are absolutely desperate for friends, but aren’t great at talking, or sharing, or even know how to be a friend, because they’ve never really had one.

That guy that you used to always see busily working in the church behind the scenes.  Maybe he used to laugh at your jokes, or try and kid with you.  You liked him, but never really got to know him.  Maybe he stopped laughing along so much, but you never asked why.  All of a sudden, he’s resigned from his position and he’s gone from the church.  Did you reach out to him to find out where he is, how he’s doing, what you can do for him?  He’s not the easiest guy to get to know, but he is definitely worth it.  Only, depression hit him really hard.  He prayed for help, but not one Christian took the time to notice that he wasn’t doing okay.  If God really loved him, surely God would have nudged one of “His” people to talk to him.  God’s people were just too busy taking care of all of our own things, our own problems, our own busy-ness that we didn’t pay attention.  Now that guy figures God just isn’t there.  Even after he told one or two strong Christians he’s really depressed, no one stepped out to really spend some time and talk to him, encourage him, or just be there for him.

That couple that slips in just as, or just after service starts and slips out just as fast at the end?  Have you taken the time to go find out their names?  Have you found out where they are from, how they met, what they do for a living?  Have you invited them over for dinner?  Have you even gone and sat with them?

You know that lady that smiles and says hello and occasionally asks how you’re doing?  Have you noticed that no one sits with her?  Maybe she looks like she’s involved in a lot of things and knows a lot of people, do you know that she’s the loneliest person in the world?  Maybe she doesn’t smile as much as she used to.  Did you take the time to ask her what’s wrong and be there for her?

That person that just looks different, not what you think a “christian” should look like, they may be the strongest Christian you’ll ever meet.  Just because life didn’t go according to plan, or someone didn’t meet God until after some living on their own, doesn’t mean they aren’t who God means them to be, where God means them to be.  And, they still need to be surrounded by other Christians, no matter how strong, or weak, their relationship with God is.

Those people that rarely have a prayer request, but on rare occasions will give one, that is a desperate request.  They ask you to pray for their child, because they are afraid their child is going to get caught up in something life altering and/or deadly.  They ask for you to pray for their health because it’s gotten so bad they are pretty sure they are going to die at any time.  They don’t want to and probably won’t give you details.  You don’t need to know the details, but you do need to get to know the person.  You need to pray for them, even when they aren’t around and don’t know that you’re praying.  You DON’T need to share their request with someone else, but you can ask others to remember them in their prayers.  Maybe you and some of your friends can take them to lunch or out for coffee and just include them.

The “church” is the body of Christ.  God has gifted each of us very differently.  We need to use those gifts to build up the rest of the body.  When a fingernail falls off, there is a reason.  When a toe goes completely numb, something is wrong.  Yes, we are all busy with our own lives and each of us has our own multitude of problems, but, Christ told us to be here for one another.  How can we share the love of Christ, when we don’t KNOW the people that are around us and don’t take the time to try?  Figure out how to use your gifts to benefit the body.  Then do it!

Oh yeah, those people that encourage others.  If they are the ones that encourage, who encourages them?  You don’t have to be an encourager to encourage someone.

I hope, if you are a Christian, you’ve been convicted to get to know those people around you in church.  Maybe a big hug isn’t what they need.  Don’t just say, “Hi, how are you doing?” and not take the time to listen and ask them about what they told you in a few days, or next week.  Really take the time to get to know the people around you.  You encourage them and build them up by being a friend who has gotten to know them, listens to them and that they can turn to and confide in.  That’s a lot easier for some people than it is for others.  Let’s get our faces out of FB, Twitter, every other social media outlet and our phones and build up the body of Christ.  We need to hold fast to one another.

Did you think of someone you haven’t seen at church in a while?  Maybe someone that you see at church, but looks like one of those people?  Call them!  Take the time to get to know them!  BE A FRIEND!  Will it be easy?  No.  Nothing worthwhile is ever easy.  Besides, this was what God told you to do.  Don’t believe me, read your Bible.  Check out the old and new testaments.


We were challenged in Blogging 101 to use a prompt and write a post about it.  The thing about prompts is that I usually have a different take on things.  So, the prompt is “A Moment in Time: What was the last picture you took?  What was the story behind it.”  So, I started thinking about pictures I’ve taken.  Most have been people and things around me.  Things I don’t want to forget.

I have lots and lots and lots of zoo pictures.  Yes, I LOVE going to the zoo.  When I was really small, the zoo enclosures weren’t huge, so you could usually see the animals.  Now, the enclosures are pretty amazing as they are set up more like the animals’ natural habitat and we are just getting a glimpse in.  Sometimes you can see the animals, though at times, they go to the sections of their enclosures that are hidden from view, to just get away.  I love going to the zoo first thing in the morning, as the animals are generally out and about and have more energy.  Yes, I realize that part of that is that this is Phoenix Arizona, so it gets a bit warm later in the day.  Another reason for the early mornings is that there are less people.  What is it about the animals that I enjoy so much?  It is the fact that God gave us such an amazing variety of animals.  They have so many different looks, activities and places in the world.  We all have a place, from the tiny gnat (no, I haven’t quite figured out why they are so important) to people.  I think part of my fascination is that I know this world is full of sin and is NOT the way God created it to be.  I can’t wait to see it without the sin.  There are a lot of verses in the Bible that talk about God creating new heavens and a new earth.  Romans 8:21 says, “The creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.”  I love looking at the mountains around me, the sunrise and sunset, the plants and animals and wondering, as beautiful and amazing as they are now, what will they be like without the bondage of sin.  What will I be like without the bondage of sin?  I won’t have health problems, I won’t have to firmly clamp down on the desire to say things just as mean to others as they say to and about me and others.  I’ll be free to be who God created me to be and that will be good and holy and righteous.

I know there are a lot of people out there who say they don’t believe in God, or what they worship isn’t God.  God gave us the ability to choose to follow Him, or to choose not to.  Sometimes that choice is very difficult as there are so many factors that affect us.  But, for me, I choose God.  He is large and in charge, I am not.  I don’t have to, nor can I, make decisions that affect the entire universe.  For that, we should all be glad.  God won’t force us to choose Him.  He won’t force us to be with Him for eternity, either.  But, if we want to be with Him, we just have to choose Him and He’ll not only save us a place, Jesus promised to stand for us.  Oh, for that I can’t thank Him enough.  For all that I’ve done, all that I’ve thought, all that I do that separates me from God here and now, Jesus paid the price.  I couldn’t possibly.  As much as I try to do what God wants, I mess up.  I am a sinful person in a sinful world that is manipulated by the best liar there is.  On my own, I couldn’t possibly pay the price for the choices I’ve made.  But, because God created us and He lived as one of us, He gave us the choice to trust in Him to take care of the price for us.  That’s it, just trust in Him – know that He already did it.  Because of that trust in who He is and what He has done, I want to change my life and live it His way.

To bring this back to the pictures, the reason I take pictures of people and things that I don’t want to forget, is that when I see those pictures, it brings back memories.  Not just of that moment in time, but of life in general and how the people or things in the pictures impact my life.  My daughter is a photographer and takes amazing photographs that have such beauty and depth.  She takes a picture of people and you get a sense of the people themselves.  My pictures aren’t anything like that.  But, to me, they bring back a lifetime of memories.  We all have different perspectives of life around us, but that perspective is part of what makes us unique and who we are.

Thank you for spending some time with me today!

Who and Why as well as What

It has been quite a while since I started my blog.  So, I wanted to let you know the who, what and why.  How is the blog itself.

Who I am is Golda Peterson.  I work part time in an electrical contracting office and like to spend part of my time creating.  God is the ultimate creator and as we are to be like Him, we need to create, too.  For me, that creating comes in crafty form.  I like to make cards that encourage others.  I also love to create candles.  Candles make me feel good and relaxed, and they are great as gifts (which is how I got started making them so many years ago).  Last year I started using nail polish, so sometimes you’ll see my nails.  Granted, I have the thinnest nails prone to peeling and chipping, no matter how I nourish them, but I love to add some fun nail polish that makes me smile (that usually means holographic, or that it has interest in some way).  Every once in a while, I have a post that is mainly about me and what is going on in my life.  Hey, if you know what I do, you need to know who I am and why I do what I do.

That pretty much tells you the what I do and why I do it, too.  I feel that God has led me to card making (something I’ve been doing since I was a kid) to encourage others.  The candles are what I make for me and for others as gifts.  The nails are just for fun.  I will probably give you lots of “how” I did things, as that is what I like to know when I see something.

I’m hoping that others who are interested in card making, candle making, nail polish, and me, might follow along.  You might learn something, and you might teach me something, too.

Thanks for spending some time with me today!

Who I Am

When I told my husband what I was calling this post, he looks at me with a funny look and says, “Poop I am”?  I started laughing and asked him where I would go with that.  We both spent a lot of time laughing over that one.  This week, a few things have gotten me thinking about who I am, so this post is just going to be a lot of words about me.  If you don’t want to continue, I totally understand as this is more for me than anyone else.

When I was a baby, I was the first-born, and I was a problem child.  My parents call tell you from experience, that Dr. Spock’s book on children was wrong.  I used to cry so loud and long that my parents would go outside and sit on the patio just so they could slightly hear one another while talking loudly while waiting for me to fall asleep.  I was also broken (you’ll hear that word from me about me a lot) in that when I ate, I didn’t have the ability to feel full, so I would eat and eat and eat until I got sick, then scream because I was hungry.  Like I said, a problem child.  I was also very strong-willed and liked things to go my way.  When my brother came along 3 years later, they were thrilled, not just because he was a boy, but he was perfect compared to me.   However, he learned very quickly that I was the one that got in trouble as I was older, so he would poke at me (figuratively) and keep at it until I couldn’t stand it any more and would go after him and he would run to our parents and blame me.  I was older and should have known better than to chase my younger brother, so I always got in trouble.  It’s funny, but as parents, both my brother and I raised our kids differently.  When mine were little, if they would come to me complaining about the other one doing something, or even other kids at school, I would always ask why and what did you do.  My brother told his kids to go work it out.  Only intervening when necessary.  Now, as we both got older, I could and did some really mean things to my brother, too.  I loved him and would have stood up to anyone for him, but I certainly wasn’t a saint.

At 8, I got Type 1 diabetes.  Unfortunately, it was and continues to be very brittle, so as much as I try to control it, it changes, a lot.  From the time I got it, so think about an 8-year-old little kid, my doctors told me that I wouldn’t live to be 40 and before that I would go blind and have parts of me amputated.  I also couldn’t ever have kids.  (Not shouldn’t, but couldn’t.)  I was 8, I believed them.  So, I never planned on much of a life and my OCD tendencies were exacerbated as everything needed to be in an exact place, so I would be able to find things when I went blind.  Just to note, I am now 44, my health isn’t good, but I’m not blind, have had no amputations, and have 2 amazing children that are grown.  Doctors are wrong, a LOT!  More about that, later.

When I said I was a strong-willed child, I was also a bit of a wild child.  I really liked to try things.  Now, I wasn’t stupid, so I would consider what might happen and figure out if it was worth trying.  A few things didn’t work out too well, but I did have fun while growing up.  There was a boy who lived down the street from me that was my age, but had 2 older brothers.  The two of us did a lot of wild things together and had a lot of fun growing up.  Unfortunately, we were never in the same classes at school, and as we grew older, we didn’t spend as much time together to never even seeing one another in high school.  I still miss Brent.

For the most part, I never really had too many friends growing up.  There was a girl, J, that I met in first grade, when I started going to a private christian school, and we stuck together.  A few years ago, we reconnected through Facebook, which is great.  It’s funny, because when she remembers us in grade school, she remembers telling me to do something and I would go do it for her.  When I remember things, I remember us figuring out what we were going to do and me always standing in front of her to protect her (she was tiny and I was not).  My parents pulled me out of that school after 3rd grade, when they found out I had been in the principal’s office every day that year because another little girls mother insisted I was demon possessed and needed to be kept away from her little girl.  No one told my parents.  Anyway, that was the summer I got diabetes, which probably had a bit to do with wanting me at school closer to home, too.

It’s funny, but growing up, I really didn’t have a whole lot of friends.  I had 3 cousins that lived on the street behind us, and as one of them is a year older than me, we hung out a bit.  Not sure she really liked me all that much as I was very different.  I wasn’t one to play with dolls, though I had a lot of stuffed animals.  I loved riding motorcycles out in the desert, though my dad would say I wasn’t great at it.  One aunt, uncle and cousin lived out away from town surrounded by desert, so we would spend Thanksgiving out there and take our motorcycles.  I remember being out riding one year and coming back with a cactus piece going through the skin between my thumb and finger and into the handle grip. It took my dad and uncles a while to figure out how to get me loose.  I was ready to go riding again afterwards, though I don’t think they let me.  Anyway, I tended to have more friends that were guys than girls and not too many friends.

Anytime I had a question on how to do something, I tended to go to my mom and she would tell me.  If I had a meaning or why question, I went to my dad and we prayed about it and looked for the answer in the Bible.  My parents both trust God completely and raised my brother and I to know God.  We both know who is in charge and developed our own relationships with God.  Though life has changed us and sent us in differing directions.

Yes, I am leaving an awful lot out of this, but this gives you the general idea of who I am.

After my parents got married, they lived in northern California for a few years.  While there, they went to church and got to know a couple that helped them grow to know the Lord.  They are still friends today and get together every so often.  Because of that relationship, we always supported Christian Encounter Ministries (we all still do today), but I got to spend time there when we would go to visit them, too.  When I was about 15, the Ranch was doing wilderness trips, so my folks (yes, I was being a problem teenager, too, though I never did drugs or drank, I was just strong-willed and didn’t always do what I should) thought going on one of these trips would help me, as well as get me away for a while.  Anyway, I went on a 3 week trip and met my dearest and best friend there.  It was also the only time I know for sure that the Holy Spirit spoke through me.  There were a few of us talking while we were hiking and one of them asked a question.  I had definitely read through my Bible more than once, but couldn’t have given the word for word answer that came out of my mouth.  It took me a while of searching for the answer to that question to find the verses in the Bible that came out of my mouth.  Anyway, one of those guys was the one I talked to for the next 4 years anytime anything happened in my life, from the stupid little things to the bigger things.  We spent some time together over the summers, when I could travel there, but most of our time was me writing letters and him calling me.  I can’t think of another person I shared so much of and about my life with until my husband.  He was the only other person I seriously considered marrying, but I knew that I would have destroyed him and he was too important to me to do that.

While I was in college, I met another guy that was near and dear to me.  We spent a lot of time together and had lots of fun being funny (and I’m not really a funny person).  However, we both have an OCD tendency.  He would come over and straighten the little kick-knacks on our shelves and I would have to bite the inside of my lip until he left the room or the house and go back and put everything the way it “should” be.  As much as I cared about him, I never could have married L, or we would have killed one another.

And now we get to the good part, Golda 2.0.  Okay, not really, just Golda Peterson.

My husband and I were very different people when we got married, though we have both adapted (he started going to bed earlier and me later, so we agreed on 10) and changed (tp comes off the top of the roll rather than the bottom is one of my biggest changes {kidding}) and grown.  W and I were still friends and I probably shared too much with him, as he finally started returning my letters without opening them and wouldn’t accept my calls after a couple of years.  That just about killed me.  My husband knew W was my friend and that I shared with him, as R and I talked about it.  Anyway, it wasn’t fair of me to either of them and W cutting off contact strengthened my marriage as the only one I had left to talk to was my husband.  We are both home bodies that don’t really have too many friends.  My husband still hasn’t learned to love sci-fi like me, but he will put up with some of it for me.  It’s a really good thing my son loves sci-fi and doesn’t mind going to the movies with his mother.

Remember my telling you that doctors told me I couldn’t have children.  Getting pregnant with my amazing, talented and beautiful daughter was quite the surprise.  My diabetes caused some problems as there was only one obstetrician in the valley that would see me.  They did all sorts of tests throughout my pregnancy and after one, told me that my child would definitely have problems and if I wanted to end my pregnancy I would need to let him know, so I could go somewhere else as it was a Catholic hospital he was associated with.  Of course I wasn’t going to kill my baby, so we prayed, my parents prayed, everyone we knew was praying for her.  I was induced 3 weeks early as from their measurements she was over 10 1/2 lbs.  She wasn’t, but she was amazing and had no physical or mental problems.  Well, except that after 2 days of being induced, my husband was tired and went out for dinner with his folks and my grandparents and I was put in a room to rest.  Only, they didn’t bring me my baby.  I kept asking and no one knew anything and I couldn’t get a hold of R.  After my getting really upset and demanding, one nurse finally went down to find out what happened, and eventually took me to my girl.  Apparently, my diabetes affected her, so when she was born she had low blood sugar and they gave her an iv (in her head) and didn’t want me to see it, and they needed to keep watch on her.  Once I saw her and was able to hold her, I calmed down.

2 1/2 years later, we had an amazing son.  Now, the doctor told me that in those 2 1/2 years, because of my diabetes, my body was more like it had been 20 years between children.  I had quite a few problems during my pregnancy and got to know the firemen in our area fairly well, as we had to keep calling 9-1-1.  Can I tell you how valuable the amazing men and women that do so much for us for so little pay are.  Both police, firemen, garbage collectors, every one of them that work hard to help us and we tend to ignore.  Don’t ignore them, life without them would be awful.

Anyway, back to my story.  I started reading out loud to my children not long after I found out I was pregnant with them.  Finally stopped reading to them about the time they hit junior high, though we still talked about the books they read and I read most of them, too.  When my son got into graphic novels, I couldn’t read the same books, as trying to follow the story annoyed the tar out of me.  We always spent time doing a devotion together and praying together before going to school.  Also, anytime we watched a show on t.v., I would ask my children if things were real and what the Bible had to say about it during advertisements, etc.  As the kids got older, before I would even start to ask, they would go, “We know, mom!  God says, . . ..”  I love that they know their Bibles and God.  That is the best thing that has come out of my life.  My children know God!

It’s amazing how God works.  My husband is a worrier.  It is part of who he is.  Yes, God tells us not to worry.  However, if it were not wired into my husband, I would not still be alive.  I can’t tell you how many times he woke up in the middle of the night because I started breathing differently, or got hot, or . . . and he did a blood glucose test on me, held me up and poured juice into me to keep me alive.  Or called home, because he felt like something was wrong and when I didn’t answer sent my mom to check on me, or rushed home from work himself to find me passed out on the floor.  So, whether he admits it, or not, God has worked through him.  In more ways than this, too.  Oh, the passing out, was part of the brittle diabetes, in that I would be fine, then all of a sudden, not.  One of the most amazing times God worked was when my daughter was in kindergarten, so my son was about 2 1/2 or 3 and I had passed out partway into our pantry.  I had to have been going to get something to eat.  Fortunately, the pantry was open, so my son could get out crackers and feed himself, and about 5 hours later, I came out of it, was able to crawl in and get some juice and get up and go pick up my daughter from school on time.  That was definitely a God moment, as I should NOT have been able to come out of it on my own.  God has done countless amazing things in my life that I would love to share with you, but this is getting really long, as it is.  Let me just say, that God is all that matters.

That is something that my husband and children have always seen.  God comes first, then my husband, then my children, then family and everyone else.  Two gifts that God has blessed me with are my faith and smile.  I don’t think there is anyone that is more important than anyone else, so no, I don’t think a president of a country is any more important than the homeless person down the street.  I try to smile at everyone and hopefully that encourages them.  Why, because they are important.  Not long after I turned 32, I had a stroke.  It was December 21 and a Saturday morning.  I had the car that day and had to take the kids to church for play practice and run a few last Christmas errands, etc.  When I got up, my left side was not working right.  My foot was dragging and my arm felt dead and I couldn’t do anything with it.  I had too much to do to slow down, so I just kept going and figured it would go away.  The next morning at church, it seemed to be getting worse, so I asked my dad to take the kids home with him and R to take me to the hospital after church.  That was interesting.  I was scared, but I knew God was in control, so it was just a matter of waiting until the doctors figured out what was wrong.  While waiting and between tests, there was a lady brought into the ER with police escorts.  She was definitely high or drunk and very wild.  I spent a lot of time praying for her and the people surrounding her.  My husband couldn’t understand that, but I figure if God puts people near us that we can see need His help, we should pray for them.  Spent some time praying for the boy in the next bed over as his parents were really scared about what might be wrong.  Throughout my life, when God brings someone to mind, I take the time to pray for them, even though I don’t know what they are going through.  There were several times throughout the years that God brought W to mind and I would spend days, sometimes weeks praying for whatever was going on in his life.  There have been lots of others, too.  God is not a God of chaos, he is a God of order.  And, He is.  Those are two of my favorite attributes about God, well, at least the mean a lot to me.

Back to the doctors.  There have been many times throughout my life that something is wrong, definitely wrong with me.  So, when it doesn’t get better, I finally go to the doctor and they do a bunch of tests for what they think it might be.  Nope, none of those, so they send me to a specialist, who does a bunch of tests and can’t figure it out, either.  What gets me is that, even though I am in so much pain I can barely move, or be in an upright position, or whatever, their answer is that, “You’re perfectly fine.”  Yes, I get that some people complain about every little thing.  I’m not one of them.  It has to be really bad for me to go to the doctor.  Anyway, my husband finally figured out one thing, years ago, just by paying attention.  I could no longer eat eggs.  After several years, I could eat eggs again, just not too many, or too frequently.  Sometimes I have to avoid them entirely.  Anyway, don’t always believe doctors and definitely keep checking.  But no, don’t fly off the handle and believe every “new” thing that is going around, either.  And, Dr. Oz, promotes some really bad things, so don’t fall for things, even when someone “famous” tells you it’s so.  Do your research and be realistic.

When the kids were young, one year at Christmas, we didn’t have much money and hadn’t done anything for gifts for people, but I had a 50% off coupon for a craft store, so I went and started wandering the aisles trying to find something I could get and make a bunch of gifts from that others might enjoy.  What I wound up coming home with was a candle making kit.  Now, those were cute candles, but they didn’t burn well.  However, I had a lot of fun and only got a few burns making them, so I started doing research about candle making.  After I went through the library’s books on the subject, I actually went out and bought a book on it.  And thus began my candle making.  I still make candles, though the ones I make now definitely burn better, smell better, might not be as cute, but they are all around better, as well as out of natural wax.  Candle making is fun for me, from the hours of planning what I want to do, to the days and sometimes months of testing waxes and wicks, etc.  It is fun to be able to make something that I enjoy and that others enjoy, too.  Making white and blue pine scented Christmas candles is a pleasure, too.  I can put together whatever colors I want with any scent I have I even blend colors to come up with different shades.  Oh, so much fun!  Going out to my workshop and working on the candles is also my “own time” where I can think and pray and be alone for a while, while doing something useful.

When I was growing up, I swam.  I worked hard and was on teams.  It was fun for me, as you don’t really pay too much attention to what is around you when you’re swimming, as sounds are muted, and you can’t see too far.  It is a great time to pray and just chat with God about anything and everything.  So yes, those miles and miles of laps we swam in practice, I enjoyed.

Another thing I started doing when I was pretty young, maybe 9 or 10, I started making my own cards.  I made them on the computer and it was mostly about the words inside.  However, as an adult, we really didn’t have a lot of money to buy cards, and I couldn’t always get to a computer to make them, so I started playing with paper and making my own.  Now, when I make cards, they are generally for a specific person and their likes and interests.  The words inside don’t come as easily, now, but the whole thing is made for them.  In the past few, okay, several years, I’ve gotten involved with card making groups online, so I make some that are for a challenge, rather than a specific person, so I have some spares around.  Most of the friends that I have are in one of those groups (we’ve changed sites 3 times over the years and the people have changed some, but most of us have stayed together).  I’m really kind of glad that we live so far apart (some in other countries), as some of these ladies really seem to like me and as I don’t tend to have many friends, they might not if they were close and spent face to face time with me.  So, I’m really glad for the internet and computers.

As the years have gone by, I have a few friends, but not many and we don’t tend to go out and do things together outside of church.  Though, J has come back into my life and we get together every so often.  I tend to be pretty careful about sharing with others.  Partly because people are people and not generally very nice and partly just because I’m an introvert and really don’t share much.  There are a couple of ladies at church and J that I share more with and consider good friends.  Oh, and if I start to make friends with men, I try to always be more friendly with their wives and include them both.  It has to do with doing things God’s way and what He has to say about how we are seen.

If you haven’t figured it out, I am a Christian, child of God, hopefully an encourager to others, and a person.  Being a person means I mess up.  I say things sometimes that hurt others and I’m often misunderstood (my children and I have different ways of seeing things than most people and don’t always communicate in ways others understand, though my son is very straight-forward and can get people to understand {yes, he’s awesome}).

I’m so very glad that God gave me the people He has throughout my life.  I wouldn’t be who I am without each and every one of them.  Without the experiences, both good and bad, throughout my life, I wouldn’t be who I am, either.  As long as this is, it is the barest glimpse into my life and who I am.  I’m also really glad that my children have grown up and gone their own way and my husband and I have some time to spend together, just the two of us, and the dogs.  We are having fun planning our 2 week drive down the Pacific Coast Highway next year to celebrate our 25th anniversary.  I’m thrilled that my children are amazing people, despite me being their mother, and that they still like to be around us.  I’m thrilled that my parents have forgiven me for being a broken, problematic child and love my husband, too.  I’m thankful for the weird, but wonderful dogs we have, too.  Most of all, I’m just thankful that God knows who I am, who He created me to be, where I’m going and what I should do next.  I haven’t always done what He wanted, and I’ve paid the price and hurt others, which I regret, but He always pulls me back to where I’m supposed to be.

Now, if you are someone I’ve hurt over the years, I am so very sorry.  I never intend to hurt anyone.  Unfortunately, I’m a person that doesn’t communicate well and that tends to happen, no matter how I try to be careful.  If you don’t know me too well, hopefully this helps you get to know me a little bit better.

Oh, I have to tell you, one of the most amazing moments of my life was when my dad asked me what I thought about a certain scripture.  We both did some research and discussed it.  My dad, talked with me about what I thought God meant.  Wow!

And yes, I still want to do adventurous things, though my health kind of eliminates some of them and my family tells me some are just too dangerous, so I’m not allowed.  I really want to be able to drive a race car on a track and see how fast I can possibly go (yes, I obey the speed limit) and I also really want to go sky diving.  My husband finally agreed that I could do the wind tunnel type where you don’t actually jump out of a plane and depend upon someone else’s parachute packing ability and he’ll do it with me.  That will be fun.  Haven’t talked him into doing the rope bridges between the tops of trees in Colorado that I think looks amazing, but maybe someday.

Thank you for spending some time, and if you’re to here, it’s a lot of time, with me today.  Now, I am off to help my husband do the floor in our spare bedroom (used to be my son’s) and laundry.  Have a most wonderful day!


My daughter’s bridal shower was yesterday.  I showed you some of the frosting in an earlier post, but wanted to show you my past couple of days and the finished product.

Here are the cupcakes.

Lots of Cupcakes

A few of the frosted cupcakes.  Yes, just a few of them.

A Few of the Frosted Cupcakes

The roses:


And, the assembled cake.

The Cake

It was kind of nice using cupcakes as everyone had their own individual portion and no one had to cut the cake.  Everyone loved it, both the look and the taste, though I doubt anyone would have said anything had they not liked it.  I did hear a lot of people say they liked it, though.  What was funny was that the 3 pink ones in the center were the first to be taken.  I think only 1 person took one with a rose on it, which was funny, too.

There were only about 20 of us there, so I sent home as many as possible with people for their significant others and/or children and still wound up with a lot coming home.

When I started frosting them, I remembered why, other than the fact that my family got tired of cakes, that I stopped making and frosting cakes.  I get so frustrated when things don’t turn out just the way I think they should.  Especially when it should be easy to do.  Oh, and I don’t have as much strenth in my hands and wrists as I used to, either.  Oh well.  I did have fun with this and it was great that everyone enjoyed it, which made my daughter happy.  So, it was worth it.  Also found out that the little dog loves frosting.  Yep, I dropped some on the floor and after that he wouldn’t leave my side just in case I dropped more.  I did, so he was happy.

Thanks so much for spending some time with me today.  I really enjoy your visiting and sharing a bit in my life.

Creative, Or . . .

There are times I think I’m fairly creative, times I think I just have a different way of looking at things, and times I wonder if I just recycle what others do.  Then again, I’m pretty good at trying to figure out economical ways of doing something.  Okay, the economical is probably most of it.

Here are a few things I’ve done in the past week or so, that I thought I’d share with you.

8-8-14 Crop F Lofty 8-8-14 Crop F Majestic 8-8-14 Crop T Puns 8-8-14 Crop T Regal 8-8-14 Crop W Gratefulness 8-8-14 Crop W Shattered Glass 8-10-14 Crop S Crown 1 8-10-14 Crop S Crown 8-10-14 Crop S Quote


These first nine were all from the crop last week at ScrapZee.  There were 8 challenges, but I did 2 for the “Crown” challenge.

8-11-14 Crop Game Thank Yous 8-13-14 STV Polka Dots 8-13-14 SZ PP


The weekly challenge at StampTV this week was to use polka dots, but there was a twist.  You were supposed to use black and white with 1 other color.  That was all well and good on the first ones, except, I typed up my image/sentiment as they were thank yous for the winners of my Mad Libs game and the pre-crop game.  Oops, no StampTV image, so they wouldn’t work for the challenge.  Then I searched for black and white polka dot paper, but found I had none.  The second  picture is what I actually used for the challenge.  I made my own polka dots using a sponge dauber, a pencil eraser, and an embossing tool.  Then made pink polka dots with a Perlen-Pen by Viva.  That one actually turned out pretty cute.  And made an unusual Christmas card, too.  The last one, I was rather stuck on polka dots, so used 2 different polka dot papers, as well as a striped paper for the Patterned Paper Background challenge at ScrapZee.  It was a fun new baby card.

Now, I’m not sure any of these are actually all that creative, except maybe the hippo polka dot card, but then I’ve been having problems concentrating the past couple of weeks, too.

I was amazed at how God works: when I pray about helping me to feel better, and the doctor’s office was closed when I called last night, so I called when they opened this morning and asked to see my doctor, they had an appointment this morning.  He got me started on some medication, just in case, and has me scheduled for some tests and set up to see a specialist if the meds don’t work.  I REALLY like this doctor!

Now, hopefully they will be able to figure out what’s wrong and I can get my diabetes back under control, be able to focus better and not be completely drained of energy all the time.

Sorry, this last bit sounds like I’m complaining, but I’m actually just thrilled at God working in situations at just the right time.  How often can you get an appointment with a good doctor within a week, much less within an hour?

Thanks for spending some time with me today!  I know schools have started back up already, but go enjoy the rest of summer, before fall actually arrives!

Playing Catch Up

I apologize for being gone for so long.  It’s not that I haven’t made cards in the meantime, but I have had some health issues, getting ready for my daughter’s wedding stuff and just plain old being crazy busy stuff.

Here are a few cards I’ve made in the last few months:

5-9-14 Crop Square Dance 5-9-14 SZ Paso Doble 5-9-14 SZ STV Quick Step 5-9-14 SZ STV Stroll 5-9-14 SZ Wed Joy Fold 5-12-14 Charleston 5-12-14 Stomp 5-12-14 Twist 5-12-14 Waltz

All of the above were from the May Crop at ScrapZee that had to do with dances.  The bottom one was Waltz (box step), guess which one was the Twist.  That was such a fun crop.

Here’s one I made combining all 8 of the different challenges from the crop:

5-13-14 Combo 1 5-13-14 Combo 2

This was for my son’s 21st birthday.  He loves cats, so I had to add one.  He moved out just after his birthday, which was really sad.  I miss him.

Here are a few from the summer, too:

5-20-14 SZ STV 5-26-14 SZ Animal

6-1-14 SZ 3D Paint 6-4-14 SZ Outside Inspiration 6-9-14 STV SZ Braid and Wood 6-16-14 SZ STV Flowers 6-30-14 SZ Recipe 7-2-14 SZ Fireworks 3 7-15-14 SZ STV 7-19-14 Bookmark 2 7-22-14 SZ STV Inlay

The house card was a welcome to your new home card for my son.  The card with the purple vase was done with all different colors of 3D Stamp Paint from Viva.  I’ll have to do a post just about this amazing product I was just introduced to.  You can see my first attempt at zendoodling, too.  Oh, and the last one is a technique called inlay, where you use a die on different papers and switch out the pieces.  The chain/background and bird/wing are done with that.

Well, you can see a LOT of different cards here, with no info about them, but it sort of catches you up with my recent card making.  I still need to make some candles for my daughter’s upcoming wedding, but it’s too hot out now (Phoenix AZ), so that won’t be until pretty close to the wedding.  I’ll try to show you that.  I’ve also been having fun painting my nails, so I might show you some of the fun polishes.  I’m 43 and just started painting my nails in December.  I’ve always hated having nail polish on because my fingers felt like they were suffocating.  Found some fun info that helped and got used to it.  However, I found that I don’t like plain nail polish, it has to be interesting and fun.  Holographics are my favorite, though I’ve found some topcoats that add fun, too.  I got a couple of chromes, but they were a weird finish that I don’t like, so I’ve been avoiding those.  Anyway, hopefully you will like the intriguing things I hope to be sharing with you in upcoming posts.

Now, back to the stuff of life, which takes some time.  Please keep me in your prayers as my health, though incredibly better than it was in May, is giving me issues, again.

Thanks for spending some time with me today!  Now go enjoy your life and all that God has blessed you with.

A Few Cards

My husband is amazing and got a Silhouette Cameo for me for Christmas this year.  What was really funny was that my father-in-law said that he had been trying to figure out how to get a Cricut for me for a couple of years, but couldn’t quite figure it out, but it sounded like Rob (my husband) had gotten me something even better.  When I was talking to my mom the day after Christmas, she said that my dad had wanted to get the Silhouette for me for Christmas, but she figured Rob probably would, so she was glad she was right.  I think it’s pretty funny they all had the same idea.  Hmmm, guess that tells you a bit about me, too.  Yes, I really am into making cards and fun things.

The past couple of days, I have been watching all sorts of videos and trying to figure out how to get the machine to do what I know it can and want it to.  My first attempt was not successful.  I know I need to watch more tutorials and figure it out, but last night was not a good night and today I just wanted to do something profitable.  So, this afternoon, I went back to StampTV and remembered that I had some ideas for the 4 challenges they have for this week.  I had gotten one done earlier, but I did the other three today and wanted to share them all with you.


This first one was for an inspiration challenge that was a Christmas picture with lots of red and gold with sparkle.


This second one was to use a die cut or punch AND the reverse for two different cards.  I used some fun tan and white snowflake paper by Gina K. and then did a lot of embossing.  It doesn’t look like the embossing is white, but it really is very white.  I did use some fun black sparkle embossing powder for the sentiment on the die cut snowflake.  I love the Moroccan Accent die from Spellbinders for snowflakes.


This third one was a CAS (Clean And Simple) Christmas card.  I used one frame and a sentiment, then used a couple of Stardust pens to make them shine.  Can’t get much more CAS than that, but oh how it sparkles.



This fourth one was a sketch challenge.  We were given 3 different sketches to choose from and then had to make a Christmas thank you card.  I  thought these two S.E.I. papers that I had went wonderfully together and would make a fun card.  My idea was to do a tri-fold card, so I did, then added a flap on top.  The 3 snowflakes were my first attempt at cutting using my Silhouette Cameo.  They weren’t real clean and I didn’t get them off the mat very well, but I was able to salvage them for this.  They really went well with the papers, as did the fun embossing powder I used.  This one is on its way to my folks, as turquoise is my mom’s favorite, too.

Thanks for spending some time with me today!  I hope you had a wonderful celebration of God’s coming to earth as a man this year.  Now, it’s back to work and regular life for me.  I look forward to sharing a bit more of my life with you in the coming year.  Thanks for your support of me this past year.  However, no one answered my question about chestnuts.  Anyone have an answer for me?

Have a wonderful New Year celebration this week!