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I smiled when I read the word prompt.
I like this word. Simplify.  It is a January word.  Minus the cold temperatures and viruses I like January.
It's got a clean slate brand- new outfit- new car smell kind of feel.
No matter what happened before it always feels like for the first couple of weeks like stepping into a bit of a bright new world.
This wears off pretty quick, but it is great for recalibrating your brain and seeing things with fresh hopeful eyes.
Yesterday as I sat in my car during my lunch break my eyes read Psalm 131.
The heading for this Psalm reads "Simple Trust in the Lord"
David says,
"Lord my heart is not haughty,
Nor my eyes lofty
Neither do I concern myself with great matters.
Nor things too profound for me.
Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul.
Like a weaned child with his mother;
Like a weaned child is my soul within me..."

It had been quite a while since I had read these short, simple words.  I read them and re read them.  Soaked …
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Your Earliest Memory, Story, #Write31

Today the two prompts fit together perfectly.
What's your earliest memory? and the word Story.
Here goes five minutes...

I have two earliest memories. The place my story starts in my mind's memory bank.
They are both lovely memories.  I'm so thankful.

My first memory is standing in my parents living room resting my hand against their old early nineties print couch. It's tan and flecked with burgundy and royal blue.  The sunlight is streaming in warming up the early Saturday morning.  I'm by myself in the room.  I'm watching some children's Christian television show.  It's a show I've watched many times I'm sure, but this moment begins my memories because on this Saturday it was significant.  I pray at the closing of the television show.  I pray a simple prayer to receive Christ.  To have my sins forgiven. To live in Heaven forever with Jesus.
It is a simple few moments on a Saturday.  I'm only four.
I remember a feeling of peace and joy.  I…

Favorite Family Traditions , #Write31

Favorite Family Tradition

I’m thankful to say I cannot name a favorite family tradition.There’s way too many to choose from.
Some are very simple and happen weekly. In my own family I enjoy our family dinners we have on most Mondays and Tuesday nights.We started this last year and it’s been a regular part of our lives. The two nights a week when we all try to eat together. No in front of the television eating. No cell phones. We all help with clean up and we all share the rose of our day.Even toddler Mac.His rose is always, “playing with Maya” our neighbor.
Some traditions come around once a year. Usually seasonal, birthday, or holiday related.
In my family of origin, I always looked forward to the annual Christmas Party my parents would host.None of our family ever came to our home for a holiday.They all lived a state away. We always spent much of our times on holidays in the car driving from one house to the other.Listening to Jingle Bell Rock and Silver Bells over and over.Sleeping i…

Most Memorable Moment, #Write 31

My Most Memorable Moment

After reading this prompt I felt memories land gently in my mind like fast falling snowflakes.As soon as one would land another would drop unexpectedly.All melting fading with the next memory.How do you describe your most memorable moment? There are too many.Like snowflakes thousands thick life has so many different memories to choose from.All different and representative of a different moment.
Many of the moments that fell were bad and thankfully evaporated with the next.Pain has a way of lodging itself deeply within recesses of your memory. They sent shocks and shivers of cold. There were loud vivid moments of milestones, days of sweetness, and moments etched in beauty. So many different people and places and years. These brought warmth and smiles.
Yet the flakes that kept falling and landing solidly in my mind were the moments of the day I met Meredith.
That day turned out completely not at all as I had pictured it would be.It sat in stark contrast to anythi…

The Sky's Voice

A few weeks ago today it was Solar Eclipse 2017.
The day before our pastor dedicated his entire message to Psalm 19.
The words fit the week.
We went through the verses one at a time.
The theme of the message was uplifting.
This solar eclipse wasn't some dark omen as some would say. Some precursor to judgment.
It was another day in the life of sky speech.
An exquisite mathematical alignment in the universe that speaks to everyone watching of God's breathtaking glory and ultimate supremacy.

Psalm 19
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of His hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech; 
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.(NIV) 

As the pastor read these words I felt a blanket of awe fold over me.  Kind of like the black velvet that blankets the night sky. Those words always capture my mind and make me …


Work.  This word prompt sends my mind in so many directions.  
I think of  my dad getting in his little Honda every day for thirty some years off to his work crisscrossing hundreds of miles weekly as a building supplies salesmen.
"How was work?" I ask him while he slides his knife easily through roast beef at dinner.
"It was work." He says simply and a slight smile plays on the corner of his mouth.
I think of the word work and I think about the necessity of work in all of our lives.
Life requires work. For food, shelter, clothing, financial security, and yes health insurance. Work is  involved in all of the lovely parts of life.  Work is involved in the creating of beauty. A beautiful yard, painting, house...A beautiful life.

I say the word work and my mind flashes to art class.
I'm sitting in a basement art class that smells thickly of bisque and wet clay structures drying in window sills.
The art teacher is explaining our collaborative painting mimicking a g…


I still remember her smile spread wide across her flawless olive skin. Her hazel green eyes. Her dark rich hair.
Her eyes danced whenever she smiled and flickered mischief whenever she said something she knew was funny.
She was my mom's best friend and next door neighbor.
She was a former teacher turned stay at home mom.
She was simply fun. And loud. And Italian.
I always enjoyed whenever my mom crossed the yard and visited with Mary.
I remember the way my mom loved Mary.
They talked about flowers, gardening, yardwork and helped throw Tupperware parties.
They discussed education and had long heart to hearts.
I don't know how long Mary lived next door, but I remember that my mom never had another neighbor quite like that.
A neighbor who moved in and became your best friend.

My sweet friend Jenna and I are separated by hundreds of miles.  We don't get to talk often, but that doesn't matter. Every time I hear her voice and we talk time and distance haven't erod…