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Apr 18 2025
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Easter Reflections: A Journey of Remembrance

AKA #lentphotoaday April 18th, prompt word is “REMEMBER”

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Luke 24:6-7: “He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee.” This passage reminds the disciples that Jesus is not dead but has risen, echoing the message of his resurrection.

The above picture is from Easter in Florida, 2017. I found this picture and I was the first time in years, I sat down to look at all the images and really REMEMBERed this awesome vacation. We went to a beautiful Easter service at my parent’s church at First Presbyterian in Naples. This was the last trip we took to Florida as a family. The service was gorgeous. There was a packed house and stunning flowers everywhere. The room was packed with Lily Pulitzer, Hermes, Vineyard Vines, massive waves of seersucker and loads of Khaki. Those wealthy Presbys really know how to put on a fancy Easter.

My parent’s last home they lived in there was at the Ritz compound and the club they belonged to was exquisite. They lived in a few places over the years in Naples and we were fortunate to be able to bring the kids a handful of times. We didn’t have much money to travel but my dad was always generous, making our trips over the years Christmas presents for the family. This last trip was extra. We lived liked kings that vacation. I remember work was really crazy for Mike and it was good that he was able to get away and relax. Charlie was really struggling with pre-transition anxiety and the ocean air did us all good. We felt vey blessed to have this time to be together as a family and with my dad and stepmom.

Sometime this above beach day, I got a little weird bug bite on my stomach in the water. Four days later, I was clinging to life with six IV’s in me, almost dying of an aggressive staph infection. I would spent the next five weeks with a wound vac in my stomach. Egads! My health has been erratic ever since. Who knew that day, after such beach perfection, chaos would ensue and it would also be our last in Florida together with my dad.

My kids have always eyerolled at all the pictures I take. But honestly, thank God I did. Being able to look back and REMEMBER has been one of the great pleasures in my life. In the hustle and bustle of life’s grind, it’s essential to remember that we have had a really great, blessed life together as a family.

Easter is always a time for family, but it is the commemoration of the resurrection of Jesus Christ that gathers us all together. We are grateful for his sacrifice, while offering hope for eternal life.

Love you.

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Apr 17 2025
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Giving Back: Our Journey in Supporting Local Veterans

AKA April 17th #lentphotoaday prompt word is “AMONG”

I sing the National Anthem on top of a firetruck every Thanksgiving morning. It’s an honor to be asked because it’s an honor to serenade and thank the new recruits at the Great Lake Naval Base every year. These kids are most likely far away from home and I am sure missing their family. So our local amazing Moose Lodge #1969 here in Wauconda, of which I am a member, picks them up in a bus and feeds them a glorious Thanksgiving meal. But before they are fed, they bring them to Main Street where they can be honored AMONG our supporting and loving community.

As much as my husband and I have been able to, in the past 15 years living here, we try to give back to our community. We raised three kids and we have successfully finished that era, sending out last off to college this year. So we feel like we can start truly digging in…more time allocated to give back. We have tried to our best to keep the balance and help on top of our parental duties. We donate our time and talents when we can. He DJs for events like National Night Out and I donate my singing for events like the Turkey Trot and Memorial Day. We do also get hired to provide entertainment for events as well, but we always try to give back in some way. Our goal in the next two years is to establish a more solid commitment as to where and how can put our greatest gifts forward, whether it is more active in the Moose charities or perhaps even helping support Bangs Lake. We look forward to the next chapter for us to be more of an asset to our lovely town.

In events like the troops at Thanksgiving and the Turkey Trot race that 100% raises money for charities, we are surrounded by all the workers who are volunteering their time and energy. It feels so powerful to be AMONG a community that comes together in unity, to support and share the responsibility of taking care of one another.

Love you.

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Apr 16 2025
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Healing and Reflection: A Journey Through Lent

AKA #lentphotoaday April 16th, word is “HERE“

HERE for it. Present. Ready and willing. Open to God.

I talked about this little Lent refection project to my therapist today. I hadn’t seen her for a few weeks since I was sick, then hospitalized for a week. She was worried and we had a lot of catch up on, mostly focusing on how I need to put all my concentration on getting better. There is no more room for any energy to go elsewhere, other than healing up. We talked about how me being more present to reflect during these spiritually guided meditations is really helping me to stay in my lane. It’s also filling my empty and lonely times with purpose.

So let’s dig in. With Easter just a hop, skip and a jump away…see what I did there?

Not HERE: On what we call Easter Day, Mary Magdalene and the women go into the tomb to see Jesus’ body and they are met with these words: Matthew 28:5-6 “Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him.”

I remember going to Sunday school when I would stay with my grandparents in New Franklin, Ohio. My parents would drop us off there for a week at a time, when they would go on fancy, tropical vacations with friends. There were the good church and there was the yucky church. The good church was the little Presbyterian church right down the street from their house. Grandma was the Sunday school teacher and I can almost smell the glue that we would use to adhere the felt Jesus on the construction paper. We would paste him coming out of the tomb where he was resurrected and leaving for his ascension to Heaven. We colored in the words “HE HAS RISEN” and we framed the paper with popsicle sticks. Then we drank apple juice and munched on Voortman-esque wafer cookies.

I feel like I need a refresher. I remember there being a Jesus cross and resurrection timeline, but I don’t remember the details.

WHOA. I’ll give you a minute. Fascinating to look at it with grown up eyes.

So, Nisan is the first month is the Jewish calendar. Palm Sunday is also the 10th day of Nisan. Today is the 13th of Nisan. To put it in the perspective of this week, on Sunday, the 10th of Nisan, Jesus called himself the Passover Lamb. Wednesday (today) is the day before The Last Supper. It’s also the day that Judas decides to betray Jesus and also, they are getting ready to have a last meal together. Wouldn’t you have given anything to be seated at that table?

Love you.

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Apr 15 2025
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The Power of Being Found: A Reflection on Loss

AKA #lentphotoaday, April 15th word of the day is FOUND.

“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch; like me! I once was lost, but now am found. Was blind but now I see.” A hymn by John Newton

If I had a penny for how many times I have sung this song, mostly at funerals, I would have a couple bucks. But no seriously. I really have been singing it at funerals and celebrations of life since I was a teenager. It’s the saddest superpower ever. It’s also one thing I can do to help, to comfort, to give back to those who are mourning. One of the worst days of my whole life was singing it at the graveside of my dear friends’ child. There are not enough tears in the world to drown that pain, but I hope I helped soothe with a song. I cry as I write this. Ugh.

I actually walked by her place of rest the other day. I was also recently just there witnessing the burial of another friend and it was also a hard day. Sunday, My husband and I were on a walk and I was not feeling the greatest on the way back, so I didn’t stop in to see her at her gravesite, but I thought lovingly of her and reminisced about her beautiful smile and spirit. It hurts your heart all over again to think of it. I’ll make the walk back tomorrow and go visit her resting place. I’ll never, none of us, understand. It’s up to me to work through my personal heartache with losing those who we love, to at least find comfort in the fact that they are within the realms of the Kingdom of Heaven and they are at peace.

The most popular reference using the word “FOUND” is from Jeramiah 15:16 stating “ Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy word was unto me the joy and rejoicing of mine heart: for I am called by thy name, O Lord God of hosts.” It’s the revelation of finding absorbing and internalizing God’s word; laying the the rock and the foundation. I gravitate to Amazing Grace and the meaning of the hymn, where it speaks of a journey from despair to hope, finding peace and joy along the way.

I once was lost, but now am FOUND. Was blind, but now I see. I’m getting there.

Love you.

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Apr 15 2025
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Exploring Seattle’s Hidden Gem: SWeL Restaurant

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Food is comfort. Restaurants provide the comfort food and warm environment. As with my eldest when he went to college in Iowa, for four years we established places that we loved to visit when we went to see him. We always tried new things when we would head to Davenport, but we had a couple mainstays that just make our four years there special.

Now my youngest is painfully far away from us in Seattle. For context, we live in a little lake town northwest of Chicago. She is 2/3’s of her way through her freshman year at University of Washington. I definitely found my happy place in the Seattle food scene. We first found SWeL. when I took her out last spring to see the school. It was a chaotic little last minute visit. It was the tenth and last school in which she was accepted and it was a bit of a wild card for her. She was looking at all schools Northeast. But when she got in, we quickly made wayyyyyy too expensive last minute plan flights, I found a pineapple-themed hotel blocks away from the campus and off we went. It was a 60-hour turnaround and we were feeling the heat. A 5:00am flight from Chicago, five hour layover in Denver, landing in the never before-seen beautiful Seattle, Uber to the pineapple hotel and by 4pm ,we were walking on the beautiful campus in the middle of the stunning CHERRY BLOSSOMS.

Sold.

No seriously, we were not scheduled for the official tour until the next morning, but let’s just say, we were already buying swag. We desert-crawled back to the hotel, hungry and exhausted. I was tempted to order a pizza to the room and call it a night, but we were, after all, in one of the top foodie cities in the country, so we needed to make the effort. Not going to like, I Yelped. I love Yelp. Literally never had steered wrong. Searched something like “Top 10 restaurants near me”. SWeL. popped up right away. I saw yummy martini’s, a great vegetarian selections for my daughter, the reviews were super positive and I think it sold me almost immediately at “Come feel cozy…”

SWeL. is in the Fremont district. We didn’t know what that was. (It’s now our favorite area and we have stated there twice in VRBO’s.) We fell in love the minute we walked in, because it’s SUCH a vibe. It’s lush and romantic with the appropriate mood lighting. The owner greeted us and he was charming. There is some fun and suble tongue and cheeks nods on the menu, which I appreciate, and the food was spectacular. I had an excellent French 75 and we shared one of the best calamari dishes I’ve ever had. My daughter loved her shitake pappardelle and I was equally obsessed with my pork chop. Of course we had to end with the homemade chocolate chip cookies!

Special mention, and this feels a tiny bit weird saying this, but they had the best smelling bathroom I have ever been in and I tried to figure it out, but I couldn’t figure it out Was it a candle, soap, magic? I’m going back a fourth time in June, so I am going to get down to the nitty gritty.

Yes, we went back a second and a third time. When it was time to bring my daughter in September for her freshman year, my husband and another one of our children came with me, and I insisted we go back to SWel. First we went with with the kids and everyone loved it as much as I. The calamari was as excellent as before, the expresso martini’s were next level and other highlights were the beet salad, pancetta pizza, a delicious fish special and the chicken breast. Someone ordered the cookies and the gelato was a huge hit. My family was successfully sucked in as well.

A couple months later, we headed out in November for UW parent’s weekend. This time we came with another one of our kids. After a huge day of sight-seeing, our son was exhausted, so my husband took just me back to SWeL. for a great date night. We actually walked from our VRBO and we had the best Black Manhattans. We had a romantic and lovely meal at the bar, the staff as kind and accommodating as all the other times. We look forward to going back next month and making it a staple for the next four years our our Seattle experience. 200 out of 10 stars for us. Thank you, SWel and see you in June.

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Apr 15 2025
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Journey of Silence, Celebration, and Preparation

#lentphotoaday weekend catch-up for April 12th, 13th and 14th “SILENT,” “CELEBRATE,” and “PREPARED“

I guess I can’t really get myself out of Saturday’s prompt by being SILENT. (insert cheeky grin). This is my journey and it’s pointless for me not to be on the actual ride, so off we go.

There is “A time to keep silent, and a time to speak” – Ecclesiates 3:7. 

I have spent my whole life getting into trouble being too vocal. Mostly oversharing. I think it’s a battle of self-control. Proverbs 17:28 says  “Even a fool who keeps silent is considered wise; when he closes his lips, he is deemed intelligent.” Focusing on being interested in listening, instead of talking is always good practice. In my younger years, I think it might have come off as more cute and a little kooky. Now, it definitely puts people off and I think it’s one of the reasons that, particularly right now, I’m short in the friend department. I’m nothing if not self-aware. That’s a 2025 goal to find a new friend. I am putting in the work and the reflection and I do think opening myself up to be more spiritual is part of the process. It’s just a symptom of being lonely. It can be corrected. For starters, I have been working on trying not to share every little feeling that I have with every little conversation I have. It’s been a practice that I have been working on for at least a year. Sometimes I think it backfires because I think it just makes me come off as a little weird and distant. I’m still tweaking it, as I continue to be a work in progress. Getting out more, focusing on others, searching for ways to put myself into the land of the living is another perfect spring goal. In the SILENT moments, my heart, my ears and my mind remain open to everything.

In our current political environment, it’s hard to find the CELEBRATIONS. But they are all around us, we just have to open up our eyes to find them. Birthdays and anniversaries happen around us every day. Last week I got to celebrate two amazing birthdays of two out of three of my outstanding children. These were CELEBRATIONS that were responses to God’s gifts of the blessings we have in our lives. My oldest turned a quarter of a century and that’s certainly a humdinger. My baby turned 19 and while she was a thousand miles away at college, I worked really hard to make sure she felt celebrated, even when she was not with her family for the first time in her life. I sent her a cheesecake and she loved it. I went out of my comfort zone and went to a Comicon show with my son; loved every minute. Meet the world’s newest D&D fan. I figured out workarounds to make their celebrations happen and being to CELEBRATE joy and thanks of one of God’s many great gifts.

Lots of different meanings in the Bible for PREPARED. It can mean preparing for events coming, as in spiritual readiness or just simply packing a good backpack to be ready to do God’s good work. I would like to think that packing that bag and figuring out what to put in it is kind of part of my journey here. I am exploring what tools and supplies I may need to become a better spiritual version of myself. Noah built the Ark, The Wise versions prepared their lamps, Israelites preparing for Passover. This way, when the time comes that I need to call on my spirituality for help and guidance, I am PREPARED.

Love you.

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Apr 12 2025
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Sunsets and Peace and Connection, Oh My.

a.k.a. #lentphotoaday April 11 “PEACE”

I’m working my way through this day. The above angel mark was thick today and it was mighty. Before I sat on my back stoop and watched the sun set on a beautiful night, I had a hard day. I was extra lonely. My husband is out of town and we are usually our own bosom buddies when one of us is not working. Some things happened today that really made me sad. Life transitions are being clunky, but I know living here in this medicinal bubble of a home is keeping me afloat.

John 14:27. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

Many of us have heard a variation of this a million times during the gospel. You didn’t hear it always on the weekly rotation, but it was usually in the go-to options of the starting line-up.

The Biblical concept of PEACE encompasses total wholeness, total health, total welfare; the total of God’s blessings. PEACE is sprinkled ALLLLL over the Bible. It’s a strong vibe. Obviously because when there is chaos we seek to find PEACE.

This next one is taking up extra rental space in my head right now:

John 16:22 So also you have sorrow now, but I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you.

I’m tired.

Someone I love called me today upset. They missed their parent they recently lost. Boy, do I get it. It got us to talking about the paths our lives are taking and how sad it was that while they are making some dreams come true that their parent always championed, they were so filled with grief that they were missing it. I asked them if they think their loved one is really missing it? They thought for a more than a minute.

Because, I explained, I don’t think they are missing it. I think they are right here with us. Walking next to us. Holding out their hand, helping guide us, rooting for us, being our champions in Heaven. I feel my father all the time. I know he is with me. That’s just what I believe though. Some might call me crazy for sure. Whatevs. I explained further that life is so hard. But what I do know, very easily and with a lot of calmness and peace; that they indeed walk among us. It’s awful they are not physically here, it’s the very worst and we can do nothing to change it. But at least they are spiritually present. And that does give me PEACE.

I took myself outside for the sunset and sat on my stoop. I watched Sam the muskrat float by on his back, enjoying the vastness of the the lake before the docks go in, before the motors start humming, and the summer sounds start amping up. I saw the baby ducks scootch by with their families, and the geese making their way back to the hood. I wrapped up in my cardigan, leaned back on the banister and watched God’s show. I felt my Dad with me, winking to me that sunset. Thanks Daddy. It gave such good PEACE.

Love you.

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Apr 10 2025
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#lentphotoaday April 9 “NEED”

NEED vs. want is a concept hitting pretty hard right now. Especially in this climate of our country that is in such a state of economic chaos.

In the context of the Bible, there are numerous instances where it talks about the “physical” and the “spiritual.”

We NEED food, we NEED shelter, we NEED warmth. We NEED guidance, we NEED salvation, we NEED redemption.

I’ll be the first to admit that I have been comfort shopping. I was doing it since last fall, when I’ve been sporadically laid up with my health issues. It me feel better to buy a little something, something here and there. Amazon.com has my evil little shopping buddy.

What makes all of this worse is that because I have not been feeling well, I haven’t been working as much and, in this insane political and economical climate, our family should be saving every penny. Especially when we’re trying to pay off two kids college tuitions.

Today I ventured out to The Jewel, and I needed just a few things. Still not feeling well: weak, walking through the store kinda groggy, forgetting things, bumping into things… zombie shopping. I get to self check out. It is just as much a routine for me to donate a little extra to whatever charity comes up on the keypad, as it is to enter my Jewel membership number.

I am lucky, I am blessed, I can buy groceries, and every time I do that, I can take a teeny amount of that and have it to help somebody else. Nothing off my back. The people in NEED may be nameless and faceless to me, but it requires no effort to make a gesture.

Finishing up my groceries, I put them in my little bag I brought from home. I hit the big “pay” button and when it asks me if I want to donate money to a family food donation fund, I accidentally hit no.

I kind of caught myself. My fingers were flying fast. But at this point, I have to get out of there… Not feeling well, need to put my groceries away and lie down. I throw the bag in the cart. I start to walk away, just a little bit. Just a few steps.

IT IS A DOLLAR. Pull yourself together!

I can’t. I can’t do it. Because I know that at 3:45 AM in the morning, I’m going to be laying in bed upset at myself. I was probably standing there for maybe 60 seconds but I had 5000 thoughts flying in my head at the same time. Always such a strange thing. But one of those millions of thoughts was “What if everybody forgot to hit ‘yes’ today. I bet they add up and people will suffer.”

Above the self checkout machine is a row of candy and gum. I grabbed a pack of peanut M&Ms. Yeah, I’m diabetic…so? Add, donate, pay.

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I felt totally better as I pushed my cart to the car, packed up the groceries and headed home.

It’s an important reminder that we need to turn our compassion from ourselves to others. No support can be too small.

Referring back to the greedy shopping, last week I finally pulled myself together. I stopped making doom scroll purchases and I reminded myself to ask the question: Do I NEED this or do I do I just want it?

Philippians 4:19

“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.”

God does provide the NEEDS, we just keep the faith to find them. And if others need guidance and help, we can take them by the hand and lead the way.

Love you.

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Apr 08 2025
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#Lentphotoaday April 8th. “BRING”

Ok, ok, I’ll BRING it.

If you read my last blog, conveniently written just three fresh hour ago, you are caught up on all my nonsense. It’s easier of you just to fill yourself in, then come back. I’ll be here.

As it states in Luke 2: 10-11,

“But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.“

Ok, so this is funny. I was an actor in the city of Chicago for years. Out of college as a theater major, I was in a couple of different theater companies. The first troupe was called Studio 108. It was a silly, albeit freaking cutting-edge, ground-breaking, totally brilliant and talented gaggle of all my best college besties. Onstage shenanigans galore. We subsidized our meager performance pay with boring 9 to 5’s. Simon’s Tavern in Andersonville was our church and the Jukebox was our choir. We chain-smoked Marlboro Lights, made out with each other in the back alley, filled our empty bellies with meat (Guinness) and Melort backs. Tiny Chili Frito bags were 50 cents and we just kept.them.coming. Artistically, the mission of our productions was crazypants. We all had pseudo characters that put on pseudo productions. Actors, playing actors, playing actors. Hey, Waiting for Guffman, we beat you to it.

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My character was called Quarkee Borkenhagen. Adorable, dumb as a rock, all things precious and a little smidge touched. She misspelled her name every single time she used it. Quorqi, Qwuerkie, Quarkie. She also played Angel Gabriel in the Christmas Nativity scene of one of our holiday productions. To set the scene, the audience threw Styrofoam snowballs at everyone partying in the Manger scene. For proof and authenticity proposes, there is no actual proof. Just the good word on the streets. There is no video of these performances, as it was basically before actual Christ time when I was in college and before these times of cell phones. But just picture…blonde Betty Boop, in mis-fitting angel clothes, tripping over her sheep hook, buzzed on Mickey’s beer and talking like a Charlie Brown character. Listen. In my world that I was living in during that actual moment, I was BRINGing it.

And that was my big line. Luke 2:10-11.

Fast forward thirty years. Oof.

But I jest. Now BRING obviously has different meanings and comes from different places. I am now wearing different caps. In the Bible, it also has different meanings. To fetch, to lead, to gather or cause to come. Jesus invites us to participate. He doesn’t order us…we can R.S.V.P how we want. I certainty am feeling like replying yes a little more these days.

So what can I BRING to the table? I feel like I can bring faith. I can have faith in the world we are struggling though and my health issues and that my family will be okay. I can also BRING my perspective to others, pass the spark, move the torch, light a fire. He brings us the story. It’s up to us if we chose to listen.

Love you.

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Apr 08 2025
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Navigating Illness and Spiritual Growth

Or also know as: A Lenten Reflective Journey…With Hiccups.

Ahhh, Facebook….the best online hang in the world to connect, yet simultaneously annoying, politically stressful and chock full of HACKERS.

Last month, I saw a dear friend involved in a Facebook #rethinkchurch daily practice, inspired by The United Methodist Church. She was participating with another lovely friend who moved to the Big Stone Gap, and it’s been nice to be able to keep tabs on her and her wonderful life out there. I was intrigued by the idea of spiritual reflection, with a sprinkle of accountability. It’s always been a good look for me. In the last three years, I very painfully lost my dad and have been suffering from chronic health issues. My kids are getting older, life is moving so much faster. I feel very grateful for my soul mate husband, my loving children, family, friends, my home and my life. I am washed over with the overwhelming need to express my gratitude and thankfulness.

I had somewhat of a darker experience with religion when I was younger. Dark isn’t quite the right word. It’s not a positive word to pinpoint, but it was…problematic? So, as we sometimes do, I put it all in my pocket and I shoved it in the back of the closet. Well. Seems like I’m feeling the need to clean a little house. Exploring my relationship with religion and God has slowing inched over to me on the couch. I’m starting to lean in and I’m starting to listen.

At the beginning of March, I started the daily #lentphotoaday, prompted by a suggested word. I would post it on my FB page, tagging my reflective Lent tribe. I loved it. I was waking up every morning, inspired by nature outside my window, old photos, memories and pulling out our old family Bible. It all felt very cathartic and warm to explore.

And then we got Facebooked hacked.

And then I got really sick.

And then, instead of being able to reflect on my past, present and future relationship with God, and preparing for Easter in my own little way, I was just praying to God that I would get better and not die in the hospital. Not the journey I was intending.

I was in there seven days with a virus that turned pneumonic, and heavy IV steroids that bumped me to coma-high blood sugars. All of that craziness thrust me into a rancid, full-blown case of Diabetes. It sounds dramatic because it is. It sucks. I’m home now in insulin, bruised like a pin cushion, beat-up, weak and exhausted. My new medical path has changed and I will be now focusing on getting better. But I remain positive because LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL. I am babying myself so I can keep plugging along. Summer is coming…summer is coming.

In the end, if I can also be honest, I think this worked out. It’s getting me writing again. Also, It was not a comfortable platform for me to be sharing my reflections anyway. My FB circle is used to handling my funny meme’s, annoying mom brag posts and lots of music promotional material. I think it works out for me to head over to this crazy little Heatherland. Its feels so much more appropriate; a public blog, but ironically personal, since no one really reads it.

Therefore, here I am, jumping back into the Lent pool.

Next post: The word of today is BRING.

Love you.

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