Wednesday, December 26, 2018


Pray with Thanksgiving

                    Word of Christ dwells in us

                Give thanks through our Lord

                    Walk in wisdom

                Season your speech with salt

                    Don’t be taken captive by nonsense

Saturday, December 8, 2018

Asking for HELP

Asking for Help

            It is hard enough for me to ask for help when I know someone and much harder when I don’t know a person. Maybe it is the other way around. If you don’t know someone, they offer help out of the kindness of their heart. If you know the person, you may feel if you ask, there will be string attached.

            I fell crossing the street. As I lay on the concrete drive, “How am I going to get up?” crossed my mind. As if to an answered prayer, three workers who were part of the HOA maintenance crew came to my rescue. From my vantage point, all I could see were work boots. Not only did they help me get up, they offer to see that I got medical treatment and helped me get in back inside. Where I lived in the country, I could have lay there for days before anyone noticed that I needed help. My husband’s hearing is bad and he kept the TV so loud that he could not hear it thunder much less a cry for help.

            I am so thankful for all those good people out there who get involved and help with no other agenda. People are good and if you give them a chance… be amazed at what happens. My hardest problem is asking for help. I want to be considered independent. Guess my fall showed me that I am vulnerable and need assistance at times. Why am I so afraid to ask for help has crossed my mind? All my life I have been told to work. OK but what has that to do with asking for help? Dad just told us to do things without showing us how. We figured it out on our own. Asking for help is a sign of weakness. I discovered that it is more than that. It shows that we need each other and when you can help, kudos to both of you

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

J P Remembers Thankgiving

                                                Remembering Thanksgiving

What I remember most about Thanksgiving is the drive. I remember my mom getting up early to pack to the car and make egg sandwiches. I remember leaving our house in the pale, cold morning light with air cold enough I could see my breath. I remember the chill of the vinyl bench seat of our station wagon and how difficult it was to get comfortable in that old car. I remember first fighting with my brother for the privilege of sitting in the front seat, then, as we got older, fighting with him for complete control of the backseat.

From our home in Leesville to my grandparents’ house in Arkansas, we were in for a least an eight-hour haul, and that’s if we didn’t stop to visit my father or his siblings along the way. The drive included a mandatory bathroom stop at the McDonald’s in Mansfield, a stop for gas in Hope, Arkansas, and a couple of other pee breaks along the way. We always filled up with gas before getting off the interstate onto the rural highway to Memaw and Poppy’s house. I remember wishing we could stop in and see Mr. Cryer at his little convenience store/gas station in Springfield as we passed through, but it was always too late at night for that. But I knew I could always con my grandfather into taking me down there to say hi and that Mr. Cryer (or “Chicken” as everyone called him) would always remember me. What I remember most of the drive is how long it used to take us to get to our destination and how the return trip seemed to go so much faster.

I don’t have any memories of a Norman Rockwell family gathering at Thanksgiving.                    Often, it was a small gathering with little pomp and no circumstance. My grandmother didn’t cook very well, and my aunt and uncles were always off doing something else in another state or country. At the time I never understood why they didn’t come home more often, but as I’ve grown and had opportunity to see my family through adult eyes, I now understand. There was a sadness in the homecoming. My grandmother began to wither away slowly with each successive stroke so that it became hard to want to make the trip just to witness her deterioration. Then finally, she was no longer there to bake biscuits and make chocolate gravy on the cold November mornings. That’s when the thankfulness in my family seemed to die.

            For years, I lamented the solemnity of my family’s Thanksgivings. When I got to college, I just avoided it altogether and refused to come home. In fact I just began avoiding my family. It was hard to go home when all the old hurts and haunts were still there. I couldn’t pretend things were like they used to be. It wasn’t the same. Others in my family felt it, too. No one wanted to drive in to spend a couple of days of wallowing in depression.

Then a funny thing happened when I was living on my own in San Antonio a few years ago. I figured out I couldn’t bring the dead back. I thought about it and concluded it didn’t really matter whether or not I had a big, shiny turkey I baked in the middle of a table surrounded by twenty guests. I also finally decided my ever-shrinking family would never be in the same place at the same time. So with only my mother and step-father willing or able to travel to celebrate with me, I made reservations for three at the Westin La Cantera Hotel and Resort on the edge of the Texas Hill Country. We feasted like kings on baked and fried turkey, prime rib, glazed ham, 30 different types of dressings and other side dishes, and an entire banquet table full of pumpkin, cherry, and other kinds of pie. I remember there were even pilgrims and Indians walking around. Everyone wore their smiles along with their “Sunday best.” I remember all of us chatting with the strangers around us then walking outside to the veranda to take in the view.

But I remember the drive home most of all. I remember counting my blessings and thanking God for the family I had left. I remember thanking Him for the cold after such a hot south Texas summer. I remember giving thanks for what I had and not grieving over what I did not. But mostly, I remember how much longer the trip to the hotel took than the trip home.

Saturday, November 10, 2018

A child of God

You are a child of God. He says that you are wondrously made. 
Do you spend so much of your time with activities that you no 
longer here that small voice talking to you?

           A child has no problem being still and listening to God. 

Have you seen a child squat down and watch a beetle make 
its’ way through the dust?  Can you find a quiet spot in your 
day to listen to your inner self?
You can do a few things to change the way you look on the outside. 
Sit up straight, lift your head up, and pretend you like yourself
What? I don’t like me. How can you say that? If you liked you, 
you would take care of yourself. When I looked in that mirror, 
I discovered that I didn’t like what I saw. Who could that person be?
 Was it really me? Then one day I had an epiphany, I didn’t love me because when you love something you take care of it. I certainly had not taken care of that reflection in the mirror.

The more you rush the less time you have to listen to that small voice inside. Some say it’s a conscience trying to tell you something. If we stay real busy, then, we don’t have to listen. What if it’s God trying to give you directions for a happy life?  Always rushing, what’s wrong with just being? Are you rushing around here and there doing activities that fills your time? 
Are they things you enjoy?

Monday, October 22, 2018



I lived in southern Louisiana and my aunt was in northern Illinois.
 My aunt, we called her Sis, loved coffee.
 By chance I called her on Saturday morning when
 she was sitting on the front porch having a cup of coffee.
 From then on, we had coffee on Saturday mornings. 
My aunt has been gone for a few years but when I can, 
I take my cup of coffee and sit on the porch. 
She may not be here but her memory is never closer than at those moments.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Not that Old

Don’t laugh! I just found out that I am not as old as I thought I was. What a marvelous concept.
It is not that

I am losing my mind; has more to do with the fact that when I turned 50, I made a big deal of celebrating. 

Every day for a week, I did something different with various friends and family. Activities included: eating the

prize winning Jambalaya for the year, grilling in the back yard and having cake with my grown children at

11pm. The kids made the 8 hour trip after work to spend the day with me. Each day was special. Since, I

haven’t kept track of my age. Not that I think that it’s all down hill, just that I have been busy doing lots of

things that I had put off doing.  Turning 50 was a wake-up call to access where I had been, where I was

and to motivate me to accomplish something if I was so inclined. When you set

your mind to see what you can do, great things happen.

Now I discover that I have a whole year to be this age again, it doesn’t get any

better. What shall I do with my year? Shall I make all the mistakes that I

previously made; quite possible. There are things I would

do differently if I could go back. I can’t go back but I can try to be better at what I do the second time

around. This time, I will reach out and challenge new opportunities that come my way. I will grab live and

hold on. I’m not as old as I thought I was so I am going to act as young as I am, even if that is over 50. :-)

Monday, October 8, 2018

Road Trips

There was a list of six fabulous road trips to take this summer; surprisingly
I had drove them all.
Miami to Key West a four hour drive to the Southern Most Point in the U.S.

Pacific Coast Hwy or Old Hwy 1 problem is part of Hwy One fell off the cliff and
has been moved in-land. That is if you don't want to get off the beaten path.
Going through San Fransisco was interesting to say the least.

Mid-Coastal Maine had a lot to offer. Some stretches of the road actually get up
to 55 MPH and down to 20 as you go through a string of small towns.

Route 66 has various names as it goes but part of the old route
is still marked from St. Louis to Amarillo. Don't forget to try some BBQ.

Blue Ridge Parkway across the Great Smokey Mountains just watch for fog.
Didn't stop at Dollywood but I could put that on my list to do later.

Natchez Trace from Memphis to New Orleans, check out Vicksburg and Cafe' du Monde.
Get out and walk the old trace just south of Vicksburg.

Been down Hwy One on the west coast and up Hwy One on the East coast.

Thursday, August 9, 2018


Sometimes when the moment is too big, too emotional, too breathtaking, 

you need to put the camera down and write the memory on your heart.   

Have you topped a mountain and all you could say about the scene before you was “Whoa”? 

Have you watched a sunset and for a moment been transported?

I felt that way when I held my first grandchild, words cannot describe but history can repeat.                    

What brings you great joy?

Monday, July 30, 2018

Time for You

Take time for yourself.

Remember that you only have 24 hours in a day.

If you put something else in, you must take something out.

The best way to get quality time with those special to you is schedule them in.

Make a date with your significant other.

It doesn’t have to be anything elaborate,

Try finger food on the coffee table while you sit on the floor.

Put yourself at the top of your to-do list.

It’s OK, really, to take care of your needs.

Some time to do absolutely nothing but just be is absolutely essential.

You can’t go forward if you are anchored in the past.

When you find your life derailed, take some time to evaluate.

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Live Like a Student

My brother always says to live like a college student.

 I began to clear the clutter out of the house but discovered I only

moved it from one place to another. Was on a ferry down in Alabama and

started talking to a lady. She said she had to evacuate for a hurricane and

that made her think. She took the most important things and

put the rest up as high as she could. When she returned, she said

she went through her stuff and gave things to the kids;

no worrying about them getting destroyed and not fighting after she was gone.

I think that’s a great idea. Pare down now.

If you have something special you want someone to have,

give it to them now. You have enjoyed it, let them.

Friday, July 13, 2018


Are stairs to take you somewhere or get you away from something?

            How big a step can you take out in faith? It isn’t easy to do. It may be something as little as meeting your new neighbor or as big as putting yourself out there and volunteering. I have been told that if God brings you too it, He will help you get through it. The results are not always cut and dried so be open to what befalls you as you take that first step realize that there will be more to come.

Wednesday, May 30, 2018


Understanding brings compassion and with that, you can begin to let go of the hurt.
. Go ahead and forgive them so you can reclaim the part of your life that this grudge has taken up.
If you want something impossible, it takes longer
Watch out for possibilities that present themselves. Florida turned out to be a prime piece of real estate.

Every time we leave things unresolved, we leave a piece of us lying around.
Remember the Greeks said a sound mind in a sound body., but don’t forget spirit.
You must revitalize the areas of your life that are deficient to fully reclaim the person you can be.                                                                                                                            
You need a curve in the road to see how far you have come.                                  
If where you are, there is nothing for you to do; then it’s not a good place that you are in.
If there is nothing for you to do, it’s not a good place to be
You made a change

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Building a house

It’s like building a house. You have to make a decision. You can’t keep mulling the idea over and over.
Remember the house o the corner by your Uncle G’s?
She changed her mind about the roof after they had started putting the roof on.
She will never be satisfied.

There are some choices you make you have to live with; like a new roof which lasts 25-30 years.
There are some choices you can change; like the color of the living room wall. You can re-paint.
If you don’t make these choices, the house never gets built.

You think too much.
I’m afraid to make a decision.
I love how you take risks and jump out there,
And do new things and tackle new projects.
Good enough for Government work is not good enough for you;
But at some point, you have to turn it loose.

You think less for today.
One way to do that is concentrate on someone else.
Hey like me.
Thanks for all you encouragement.

I want some ice cream.
Want to go to town?

May God Bless you,

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Feeling Sorry for Myself

Feeling Sorry for Myself

            You get in a rut and things seem out of kilter, what do you do?
Me, I usually moan and groan about things not being right. I start feeling sorry for myself
and it creates a cycle that is hard to break. I know I have a legitimate excuse when I say I hurt
but that is self-pity at its finest. Break the cycle and share with others who are struggling to get out from under. Hard but that is why you have those who can help.                                                                           It’s not pain just and unfinished project or a task that seems daunting,
take it a bit at a time or let someone else do it. Give yourself a break and admit that
you need more time or a  little help.
Life is grand live it to the fullest even if it takes some help to get there.