Tuesday, November 30, 2021


 Today’s happies. 

Sunny day

Candy canes

A nice ride to town


Monday, November 29, 2021


 This chilly morning I have to count my blessings. I woke up, took medicine and am letting my bones warm up before I exercise.  God, thank you, for doing what you do without me noticing. I fail to notice how much I’m loved half the time. I’m absorbed in what I lack. And I lack very little. I worry about the details, the burden, the likelihood of change. I just have to sit back, and let it ride. So today, I try, no matter the outcome. 

Saturday, November 27, 2021


 Saturday happies

Put up the Christmas tree

Made Christmas cards

Had apple pie

Friday, November 26, 2021


 What sales are you shopping?

What was your favorite side yesterday?

What are you reading?

Unspoken prayer request. Please pray. Thank you. 

Wednesday, November 24, 2021


 Thanksgiving Questions

Who’s coming?

What are you cooking?

What are you drinking?

What are you watching?

What time are you eating?

Tuesday, November 23, 2021


 I never realized how much mental agony I’ve been holding on to for this long. As much as I despise being vulnerable, I’m being set free. I’m being taught as I teach. I’m being unchained from the bondage of self-imposed secrecy of not being seen. Am I on the verge of tears. Yes. They need to be let out. It all comes back to trust. Do I trust You enough to let go, and give you the key. When I look on it, God has fulfilled my every desire, save one or two. Pray that I can trust with my whole heart. This is the closest I’ve been to total surrender I’ve been since I gave my life to Christ that April day. On this cold and clear morning, may my soul be warm and receptive. 

Monday, November 22, 2021

Part two

 Two cups of coffee deep, and I’m going to give another glimpse into the testimony. I will say this:  My mental state was absolutely in shambles, and therapy would come later. I found that my journey to the church and worship music started to break the walls of my torn soul. I had a particular friend who on many instances would mend the pieces of me, I couldn’t fix. I still listen to worship music daily. As for the church, that’s another story. I can’t go into without my emotions getting the best of me. I also started to write. The tears that came after years of repression were needed. I will never forget sitting at my Sony Vaio bawling listening to Michael W. Smith. As I would write, the words I would read back were something I couldn’t handle. I couldn’t come to grips with getting older, and the what ifs of what my future would hold. If your disabled, and watched your family worry about you as you age, it is downright terrifying. If you have, I don’t need to explain. If you haven’t, it’s one of your greatest blessings. Disability wouldn’t kill me, but my reaction to it, almost did. I see myself being in therapy for the foreseeable future. I need to say this. God saved me more times than once, and therapy helps me stay sane. This is part two


Rainy days

Cuddled up


And a beverage

My day

Is made

Sunday, November 21, 2021


 Seasons of trial

Seasons of turmoil

Turn into 

Seasons of silence

When I realize

I must be quiet

And still 

My own voice

To You be 

The Glory

Enjoy the rest

That He is providing

Friday, November 19, 2021


This week’s joys

Chat with a friend

New books


Christmas cards

Thursday, November 18, 2021

Wholly brokenness

 This post will be done in installments. 4-13-03. Feels like a lifetime ago. The journey to Christ officially began. I never would have predicted how much my life has changed because I made a choice to be free.   What’s changed since. My mindset. I still have days where I question why. More than I want to admit. These days, I stay because of who He is, not who I am. I’m still learning I can’t judge the character of Christ because of those who profess Him. I’ve had to read the Bible for myself, and trust. I ask as I tell this story, be gentle. I’ve thought of keeping it private, but if it brings Glory to Him, I will do it. My journey to Christ was never in doubt to Him, it was to me. I never thought I’d get tired of fighting my flesh. I still fight it every day. I’m fighting it right now. Shedding the pride is very hard. I’m trying to tell the story perfectly, and that may be the hindrance I’m facing right now. I’m finding that the path to Him isn’t narrow and straight. It has stops and starts. The brokenness that brought me here, is joining me once again. Remove the pride that hindered my path to You then, and the pride that is reappearing now

Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Tuesday, November 16, 2021


 Hot cup of coffee

On a frosty morning

Sets this heart

Into gratitude

As my body

Gets an instant

Pick me up

Anything bringing your heart joy?

Monday, November 15, 2021

Sunday, November 14, 2021


 On this Sunday, as I sit in stilled silence, I’m contemplating what to share. The question is this:  My testimony then that I shared of my decision to follow Christ, is different than why I remain devoted to Him. My love for Him as I grow older is more that I am being cracked wide open. He isn’t hidden from me, and I am no longer hidden from a world I can’t change. My exhaustion is leading to peace. I’m starting to dream again. So the question is do you want the original testimony of what brought me to Him or what keeps me there. Nothing I’ve shared lately makes me comfortable. To be free, I must be uncomfortable.  Very uncomfortable. 

Making Christmas cards today, and hope my mailbox is full of them too. 

Happy Sunday. 


In the world

I’m lost

And shocked

In the center

Of the will

Of God

Is everlasting

And amazing


Friday, November 12, 2021


 In the weeds

I go again

To find parts

Of myself

I’ve neglected

Since my story is so compelling as you say, what do you want to know?

Thursday, November 11, 2021


 What are you eating?  Raisin Nut Bran

What are you ordering?  Books

What are you drinking?  Water

What are you watching?  Christmas movies 

What are you making?  Dinner in the crockpot

Wednesday, November 10, 2021


 I’m finding that after all the vulnerability I’m tired.  I don’t regret it.  In bravery comes freedom. I’m humbled that you come to this space daily to affirm me, to love me, and lift me. It’s very humbling for me to be loved and genuinely prayed for simply because of I dared to be bold enough to ask. God has been waiting for me to be bold. And last week, I don’t know what finally got me to break the barriers of my own soul. I thank you for your prayers. Just to know they are there brings me to tears. Thank you. 


 Thankful for

Your love

A good book


Good food

Your turn?

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

Prayer request

 Im learning in every aspect of my life, I can’t rush time. I can’t snap my fingers right now, and make it happen tomorrow. I have to trust. There was a question about my personal life, and if and when I’m ready to fully discuss that to the last detail I will. I will say dating while disabled is a whole different animal. I have good experiences, where it wasn’t the right fit.  And then we have stories that are not fit for publication. I at first was offended by this comment. This comment, however, has opened the door for me to sincerely ask for prayers in this area of my life. So for the family here that loves me here, please pray for me in this area of my life. I can’t receive the desires of my heart, if I don’t ask. I’ve asked God for years. I need intercession. Maybe I’ve been asking for the wrong things, and didn’t know it. So I ask:  if you would grace me with your prayers, I would be most grateful. One of you said, when you are most vulnerable, you allow love to flow to you.   Im claiming that. I’m tired of trying my way. I’m exhausted. I’m tired of feeling I’m too broken, unworthy. It’s growth. I can’t believe. Im about to hit publish. 


 Right now 

Muscles feel

Like glue

Off to


And feel

Brand new 

Saturday, November 6, 2021

Truth part 3

Thank you for all your support these past few days. I am truly grateful. All my life I have been sensitive about my condition. I have tried to pray it away. For years. That is not the reality. I have begrudgingly acknowledge that to be understood, I will have to let people in to my world. I have resisted that for the most part. I’ve given faint glimpses. When I let the curtain open, I didn’t fully know what to expect. In real life I’m not the greatest communicator, because that’s what I have chosen for so long. I’m seeing that doesn’t work these days. So in order to be understood, I am trying to understand, myself. It’s a learning curve. Please bear with me. Thank you again for your love and support. I am truly grateful. Love to you all. 
On a brighter note:  What is making you smile today?

Friday, November 5, 2021

Truth part 2

 I need thought I would do this, but there was a question raised in the comment section regarding the baclofen pump. This comment wasn’t meant to harm, but it hurt. For me, there is no alternative. Taking the baclofen orally was not working for me. I had no quality of life. I was existing.   As for the access and availability in poorer countries I can’t speak of. Which brings me to something more pressing. I can’t speak to equity of most anything in the developed world versus the developing world.   Does it anger me? Yes. Does it sadden me? Yes. I’m realizing that I can’t internalize the struggles of the world of which I have no control. I do my best each day to make the most of my blessings that is pleasing to God. The most difficult questions to answer are above my pay grade. When I share my experiences, I do so in hope. That you have hope. And that you fight a battle that is not mine. I’ve harbored too much guilt trying to reconcile why some have access while others do not. I’ve fought that battle. It got me nowhere, but to a therapist’s chair. I’ve asked why of God regarding my condition that will not leave me. I believe in God, but Cerebral Palsy is not leaving me. It’s acceptance. It is what it is. In an ideal world, disabled people wouldn’t feel compelled to always explain something that has no explanation or one I want. I would apologize for this post, but for once I’m not.  Explanation done. I hope this ends this conversation. Blessings my friends. 

Wednesday, November 3, 2021


 I have debated writing this, but the time has come. I’m on day two of rest.  Monday I had my baclofen pump refilled. I love and dread it all in one breath. It’s the day I affectionately call meeting with the needle. It’s where precision and patience must meet. The needle must locate the pump and fill.   I have stopped looking at the needle because I know when it meets. It’s not exact and precise all the time. It can take time. In that time I search for kind eyes and small talk. Once done, I leave and carb load so I can have a few hours of energy to walk, shop and enjoy. Once the window closes, exhaustion sets in. The next few days are peaks and valleys of energy. I get bursts. One minute, I feel wonderful, the next I struggle to now doze off. The most mundane tasks become acts of courage. After about a week, I return to the person, I often take for granted. I’m a child of grace, blessed by a benevolent God who gives me access to healthcare many the world over could only pray for friends. I give you this brief looks into what it takes to maintain mental and physical health. Science and Jesus work in tandem in my life. Let me tell you every race, every creed, every religion has treated me. The immigrant has loved me. The treatment rooms are the melting pot. When the needle goes in, what or who you are matters not. I’m American born and bred, but my first word was not uttered in English. The Ukrainian and Cuban grandmother who I swore I was nothing like, is the one I miss most. The one who deepened my faith in Christ was a college professor I had who was a hardened atheist. You can be proud of your heritage and be a patriot in the same breath. My only desire is that you love people truly, deeply and without reservation. I don’t tell you how or what to believe. What you do, I don’t answer for. The Maker of Heaven and Earth knows your heart. He judges accordingly. We are all His children whether we profess His Omnipotence or not. Blessings my friends


 Hot cup

Of cocoa



To the top


In the aroma

Of coziness

Tuesday, November 2, 2021


 Resting today

I have 

To remind


It’s okay

And necessary

Monday, November 1, 2021


 Trying to take

The day in

Let things

Come as

They may

And not fret