on gratitude

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I have a terrible memory.  I can rattle off my 14-digit library card number without thinking,  yet I hesitate at what my daughter’s first word was.  I just don’t retain the important and precious things well.  Yet it is important to remember.  To remember where we’ve been and how far (hopefully) we’ve come.

Being thankful is tied with our satisfaction in life.  

 I have kept a journal for as long as I can remember to capture thoughts, prayers, quotes, and memories.  My gratitude journal is different.  I write down snippets of life that I am grateful for.  It sounds simple yet it’s not always easy.  Some days I can number off many things that make me give thanks.  Other days, not so much.  It’s those off days that I need it the most.

Making a regular practice of writing in a gratitude journal will benefit you in many ways.

We all have little snapshots of life that we forget, no matter how cute or important they were at the time.  My youngest would say she was “drinky” instead of thirsty.  I never thought I would forget that adorableness, yet it completely slipped my mind until I went back through my journal a year later.

Taking a few moments regularly to record your thankfulness will help you remember how much these gifts have sweetened your life.

When you see how much you have to be grateful for you will be more content with what you do have.  As I look back over my journal, it’s the moments with my kids and hubby that I am most thankful for, not anything I own.   If I find I’m thankful for more materialistic things then it’s time to step back and take a hard look at my attitude.  If I’m having a hard time coming up with anything to be grateful for, it’s time to examine my heart.  There is usually something wrong that needs to be dealt with.

A gratitude journal not only helps you to remember those small moments, but it also helps you to focus your life on things that matter, things that are eternal.

We head through life at the speed of sound anymore.  A gratitude journal compels you to slow down, and slowing down is good for your soul.

Do you keep a gratitude journal?  I would love to hear!


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love your now


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His boy-man feet are resting on my lap right now.  Those feet have played countless hours of football and basketball and carried him on his scooter for many, many years.  He’s almost always on the go and he drops things all over the place. He’s working hard to overcome some learning struggles, loves The A-Team and Mythbusters.  I am living my dream.

She’s on the cusp of womanhood.  One foot in being a kid, the other testing the adult waters ever so slowly. She throws her head back when she laughs and she’s compassionate.  She can go from serious to goofy in a matter of seconds.  She’s very intuitive and, good or bad, she feels others’ pain, sometimes intensely. She is one of the bravest people I know.  I am living my dream.

The little one keeps me young.  She’s full of drama.  She will tell you her favorite thing to do is cuddle with Mommy.  My heart bursts as I get my kisses and hugs throughout the day.  She holds her own with the older ones.  She adores all her friends and is definitely the one and only extravert of the family.  I am living my dream.

Who would have known, 19 years ago, when we met, that we would be blessed with this family.  He was a guy who thought I was interesting and funny.  He wrote emails and letters and called me every night.  Now he texts from work and always calls when one of us is out of town.  He is a saint who sometimes forgets where the broom is.  He works very hard to provide for his family and is always honest.  I am living my dream.

It’s so easy to look beyond these perfect and messy gifts when the day to day mundane takes over.

Love your now.

This day is good.


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Reach {Five Minute Friday}

It always seems beyond my reach.  Just beyond the tip of my fingers.  It’s beautiful yet fleeting.  It teases and frustrates.  Whenever I feel like I have it all figured out it morphs into an enormous mountain that I surely could never scale.

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The balance of motherhood and life.  The balance of homeschooling while not losing my mind.

It’s a lie.  Balance is not static.  It’s a constant.  It’s moving.

Accepting the fact that certain days and seasons of life will be out of balance has been freeing.  Balance is out of my reach because in my mind balance looks like perfection.

I have let go.  I have stopped reaching for the elusive balance.  I start each morning not knowing what my day will bring.

Don’t get me wrong.  I have plans and goals and checklists.  What I’ve let go of is the striving.

Kids get sick and throw the day off.  Deadlines come.  Papers need to be written.  Math meltdowns happen.  Cuddles are the only way to calm down at times.

That’s life as a Mom.  Life as a homeschooling Mom.  Setting aside my plans of balance and embracing what comes each day.

Life filled with grace for myself and others set on my path.

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That IS within my reach.


Joining other writers for the flash mob of writing out of our hearts on Five Minute Fridays.  One Word.  Five minutes.  All are welcome.  Find us here.




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Love your Dreams

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Like many young girls, I dreamed of being a Mother when I grew up.  I had so much patience for my dear imaginary children.  They were well-behaved and obedient. Mothering them was pure joy and I was always so well rested.

Fast forward many years and my little girl dream has crashed into reality. 

Kids playing (or fighting) loudly,  laundry piled high, school books being pushed aside to make space to eat, muddy winter boots and wet socks strewn across the floor.  Three meals everyday to be prepared, dishes and cups always and everywhere.  Not to mention toys and crafts and books that seem to grow feet and walk off only to drop themselves right in front of me.

Overwhelmed and exhausted. That’s not quite what I dreamed.

Yet, I can’t imagine the alternative.  What would my life be like if I wasn’t living my early dream of motherhood?

The house would be too quiet.  I would never know the pure joy of being called Mommy.

What are your dreams?  If you allow yourself the time to dream big what would you come up with?  Or, if you think on your life right now, are you already living a dream?



God never promised that living our dreams would be perfect.  You will worry.  There will be sleepless, restless nights.  Hard work and perseverance will be required.  Living your dream is not for the weak-hearted.  You could never fully appreciate the abundant blessings if life was all rainbow and unicorns- no matter how cute that unicorn is!

Our dreams are a journey.  Each season will have challenges.  Our strength and resolve will be tested.  If we pay attention we will grow further into the dreams and desires that God has placed on our heart.

I challenge you to hold tight to your dreams.  Love.  Everyday.  Embrace the silliness, the messiness, and the struggles.  Especially the struggles.

It’s the adventure of a lifetime.

Joining with Jill Savage and Hearts at Home for the Third Thursday Blog Hop.  Hop over to view some more awesome posts about loving your dreams!

Also sharing with Fellowship Friday and The Weekend Brew.

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True {Five Minute Friday}

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I always want to share what is true.  I don’t like to mess around with what is not.

Here’s what is true for me lately:

I’ve been battling a recurring bladder infection for the past 6 weeks.  It has brought with it extreme anxiety and panic attacks.  My world has been turned upside down.  I’ve had so many different antibiotics along with an anxiety medicine in my system I fear I will never feel normal again.  I had a terrible reaction to one antibiotic that brought on nerve and back pain.  Physical therapy has helped.  I’ve been to urgent care, my doctor’s office, and even the emergency room (for what turned out to be my biggest panic attack yet) more times than I can count.  I’m hoping I’m through the worst of it now, but I honestly don’t know.

I keep quiet and move along with life.  I hesitate to share this post.  Most people have no idea.  School has started and it’s been a rough first month.  Between my health issues, adding a kindergartner to the mix, and just getting into a routine, I am spent.

I am tired.

I have lost the desire to write.  That saddens me.  I love it here.  I love the community.  I pray it’s only temporary as I sort things out.  What has surprised me is that although my ability to put thoughts to paper has escaped me, my creativity has not.  I have picked up a quilt I was working on a couple of years ago, I have crocheted some much needed new washcloths, and I have started baking a bit again (the family cheers!).

So, I guess what is true for me is that maybe I am ever so slowly starting to return to my old self.  These past 6 weeks have been painful and at times downright scary.  What I’m finding is that my true self has been struggling for much longer than 6 weeks.  Anxiety has plagued me for far longer than I thought.

I may be tired but I am a warrior.  I am battling back.  I will not let it define me, but I will allow it to shape me.


So thrilled to be joining with the Five Minute Friday crew again.  It’s been a few weeks.  Please join us and share what is true in your life right now.

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