Hands and feet

 Grateful for

The breath

In my lungs

And of those

I love

As a brand

New day

Awaits our

Hands and feet

Be

 Preparing for snow

Preparing for crisp clarity

Creation showing

How good

Surrender becomes

As I 

Let it be

hope

 Another appointment. Another doctor possibly added. I could be down, but oddly enough, it gives me comfort to get another set of eyes, a new perspective to try and figure out this brain of mine. So today, a new day. I smile and take the win. Having to find silver linings with everything I have. Therapy today. May my body withstand the beating it will take. 

Love you all

Regine

Questions

 What is making you happy

Writing cards and designing them

What are you eating

Special K Red Berries

What are you drinking?

Water

What are you buying?

Groceries and activewear

What are you dreaming of

Possible future travel destinations

Prayer

 Lord,

As I take another 

Breath

I thank you

For all you

Are

For all 

Of me

The thoughts

 Lord, 

We may have another storm coming, and frankly, I’m barely hanging on after this one. Trying not to eat my feelings. And if one more person questions global warming because it’s cold, I have some oceanfront property to sell you in the middle of nowhere. My nerves are frayed. My soul is tired. Don’t ask me my thoughts on world events. You won’t like it. You never said it would be easy, but I’m wondering…don’t finish that sentence, Regine

I know this isn’t the happy post you all are accustomed to seeing. I’m sorry. Maybe I’m not. It shows you my humanity. God is good. I never will dispute that, I just don’t like His methods sometimes. So, I will search for the bright spots even as my mind is chasing the rabbit. 

Your turn?

happies

 Roads are too icy. It’s way too cold. A day at home. 

Happies

A pretty new nail polish

Snail mail. You all keep my mailbox full, and I LOVE it. 

Online browsing and shopping

New friends

Making new discoveries

Your turn?

Christ’s love

 My job lately is to live well. Live in the promise of His Presence. To display the goodness of Christ. Christ alone. I profess to be a Christian, but there is NOTHING redemptive about me, but the love of Christ. If my life doesn’t emulate Christ, I’m doing something wrong. 

Love 

Is all 

There is

At the

End of

The day

Warm

 Keep me warm

Figuratively 

And literally 

Lord

As the 

Winter storm

Approaches my door

Happies

 Grateful for all of you. 

Happiest for the week

Browsing at the House of Ford. If my wallet would afford, I’d buy one of everything. I just love it. Plus, the owner is a dear friend. Style and a good heart. Can’t beat it. 

Sugar boutique is a local spot for me. I stop by every week. It’s just a little spot of happy for me. I love Sandi the owner. 

Clipping coupons for things I need. I miss getting the newspaper and searching for them. 

Good skincare

Gummy bears

Stay safe friends. Love you all. 

suggestions?

 Getting ready for the winter storm. Please pray. Trying to stay calm and prepared. 

Any good books or magazine articles?

Favorite meals to make?

Any tips or tricks of the trade?

Love you all

love yourself

 Why I am an anxious 

Worried soul

Who thinks

They must fix everything

And never mess up

Trust and obey

You can’t 

Control anything

So stop

It now

For your 

Own sanity 

Tuesday thoughts

 Thank you for all your love. I don’t know if I will ever be able to repay it this lifetime. Being rebuilt physically will take time, but the mental one may be even longer. And I don’t know how prepared I am to exorcise those demons. The excruciating pain that will come. I’m realizing everyday my mind and body are not set up for immediate gratification or results. Everything and anything takes time. And this child hates waiting. 

So I don’t know what to pray for anymore. I don’t know if its for surrender or just your will be done. I’m in a place I can’t accurately describe. Thank you for listening. Reading. I’m ever grateful. 

Regine

love

 Let me tell you friends. My mind and body are at war with each other. Trying to fight my desire to speed up the process with the need for rest. I know I can’t rush. I just want answers so badly. As my friend told me yesterday, my body is a unicorn. It marches to its own drum. And sometimes I detest its uniqueness. Alas, it is the body I’ve been given. 

If I could ask that you pray that my mind and body be at peace with one another. That my balance improves. Let me tell you if you’ve ever had balance issues, this needs no explanation. Feeling so off-kilter is just making me so mad and sad at the same time. And the fact that I don’t know how it happened or when it will return to baseline is knocking me for a loop. 

With it being MLK Jr. Day, I won’t leave with his quotes. I will leave you with this. Love each other as we have been called by Our Savior. Love when it hurts. Love when it feels good. Just love. 

God Bless you

Regine

Life

 As I watch the Bills lose, I realize that I root for teams that come up painfully short. I don’t regret rooting for these teams. What I have in common with these teams is we have heart, maybe not the killer instinct or the breaks. I realize, however, at the end of the day, that winning a trophy is outward adulation. Why do you Toronto and Buffalo, adept in surviving frozen depths, teach me the most important lessons. Lessons I don’t want to learn, but do anyway. 

It seems like I will always root for the affable loser, than the triumphant victor. I don’t know what that says about me. We losers know how to win where it really counts: LIFE. God, never stops teaching. Let’s hope I never tire of learning. 

God bless you all. I love you. 

Smiles

 Saturday Q and A

What is making you smile?

What are you making?

What are you buying?

What are you reading?

Some unexpected snail mail. You all know the way to my heart

Muffins

Mainly just browsing. Getting inspiration. 

Garden and Gun magazine

Your turn. Go!

Friday feelings

 It is a bone chilling cold kind of day. It’s also therapy day. Time to get working. I know my body will thank me for it later. I’m just grateful. I just have to trust the process. And let me tell you I don’t like the process, but process is what I need. 

Here’s to

Another day

To start over 

And get

It right

Have a beautiful day my lovelies. Hugs. xx. 

What’s it worth?

 Yesterday as I was thrifting, I saw some beautiful pieces. Did I want them?  Yes. Did I get them?  No. I would be able to use them. They would just sit and look pretty. I couldn’t use them. They would collect dust. Nothing else. The shoe is meant to be used not merely admired. 

If you’re wondering, the same applies to faith. It’s not just there to be applauded and congratulated. It’s to be active. Ready to be put into practice as at any moment. If my faith is not in use, it does little to no good. Did I get much sleep last night. No. Instead of God take my worry, I decided to take action in a sleepy haze. Let’s just say, it’s not until I gave it over, did I rest. 

As I was thrifting, I took a look at the prices. After the item in question has been used to a certain, its value plummets exponentially. Thankfully the Lord doesn’t regard His creation the same way. My soul and body have been put through the wringer, and my worth has never declined. What a promise. 

Life isn’t easy

And maybe

That’s the 

Secret to

Its beauty

Character building

 Not everyday is a good one. With each day I’m a conqueror. Conquering the fear. Trying something new.  I don’t like change. Not many do. I understand that. Right now, I’m in the one day at a time space of time. I always like to plan. I’ve always said I wanted peace. No, I don’t. I read something, and it said I wanted control. I can’t follow Jesus well if I want control. And newsflash:  I really do want control, something I can’t have. 

I’m a control addict. Pure and simple. Taking the reins off everything is testing my faith. Do I trust Him or my own misgivings. Don’t answer that question. I know the answer. I want, want, and want some more. Well in this season, another day, same lesson. This is what you need. Your wants won’t be met, because your needs need to come first before I can give you your wants. 

Why do we ask the same questions, expecting different answers that we’re not going to get. Maybe I can change God’s mind. God didn’t come for my comfort, or my personal genie popping from the lamp, yet that’s what I demand. 

Lord, when will I learn.   Jesus isn’t giving me instant gratification. That character is being held to the fire. My legs are on fire. My muscles hurt so good after therapy. I hate it yet love it. Each bead of sweat is earned. Nothing like hard work being evidenced. 

Character building. I guess that’s the name of this season. 

Share. Need recommendations

 I need some happy in my post today 

So dear friends:  what is bringing you joy?  Share it, spread it. 

Books, puzzles, substacks. Anything?

Tuesday things

 God is giving me through you the will to move forward. You feel my positivity. And all I feel is bitter. It’s the horse tranquilizer size pill they’d give you when you’re sick, and expect you swallow it with ease. Grief and gratitude are so intertwined it’s hard to see where one starts, and the others end. It’s exhausting. The blessing or not depending on how you look at this is how many more medical professionals get to be educated. For all their formal training, and God Bless it, some of the brightest minds in the world need an education. All that to say is I really wish I wasn’t the one to dispense it. Whoever said carousels as a child were fun, never rode them as they got older. Whole different story. Ballgame. 

I’m trying to get back into writing my whimsical dreams, but God has other plans yet again. And sometimes it stinks. So if you want whimsy, I don’t know when it will return. I wish I knew. Off to therapy to get my butt handed to me. 

God Bless you and keep you

Regine

Monday love

 Happy Monday. It’s a good day because I’m alive, and grateful for all your love on my previous post. Somebody asked in the previous post that they’d need to know my medical history to understand why I wrote what I did. Let me tell you, if I understood it myself, maybe I’d share. The fact is, I don’t.  My doctors don’t. Right now, I don’t know how or why what happened happened if that makes sense. I can’t worry about the why right now. All I can focus on is repairing the damage. I’m under no illusion that I can recover it all. I’m just on a journey to rebuild what can be rebuilt. There is no toxic positivity here. I just have to remain hopeful. If my mind goes, so goes the body. And that is something that I’m in position to lose. 

I’m learning daily that my mind needs to be fed the same or better than my physical body right now.  I’m having to be boring. No travel for awhile. My body needs to be strengthened to a certain degree before everyone is comfortable with me leaving to go anywhere but to the doctor’s office. Reality can be a buzzkill. So right now, I vacillate between a dream and a reality I must face. 

Love you all

Where I’m at

 This is the season of being planted where I am. There’s no glamour here. Just hard truth. My body needs my full attention.  As I get older, I can’t ignore any longer what I’ve done for years. My body is undergoing transformation in the hardest and slowest way possible. It has to be this way for a very long time. My physical recovery has no timetable because the fact that I may need physical therapy for the rest of my days is a painful pill to swallow. I can look at it and be grateful I have access to it, and I am, but there is pain too. 

Pain that for all the work I put out on my own is no longer enough. I need qualified personnel to kick my butt is something I’m trying to come to grips with. When you realize this flies in the face of what we Americans are taught every day. Work hard enough, and it will come. Wrong. 

Do I hate that my mission field is a doctor’s office. Yes. It’s not the mission field they teach you about in church. I’m being taken on a journey I don’t recognize. Maybe that’s the point. My mission field will never be the third world, it will be the one I live in. It will be teaching people that if you can walk without pain on a daily basis, not need naps daily, have a cabinet full of supplements along with too many Rx’s please and respectfully be quiet. 

My whole life I’ve made life look good almost seamless. Age and reality have made this prior approach obsolete. Forevermore. Let me tell you, my dream travel destinations have access to the best hospitals and doctors. Before I even think of going anywhere, doctors must know and clear me for my own benefit. If you’re wondering this eliminates more than half the globe. 

I write what I know, but Lord knows, I’ve never wanted to write about any of this. I find it redundant and depressing. Yet, God, brings me back here. Again and again. Every prayer asking for another assignment leads me back to this one. Message received. So yes I’m beyond exhausted having to educate people. Then, I think, so many others in worse shape, can’t do this. So on behalf of others, I continue. 

Teaching you all

To see me

As a human being

In need of 

Help

While acknowledging

My desire

For dignity and respect

I saw something that said to be like Jesus is to love someone who can do absolutely nothing for you, and loving them anyway. Honestly I don’t know if I’m doing absolutely anything for you. I question it daily. Yet you love me anyway. 

Love you all

Regine

Love the substance

 Let my focus

Be on you

Not my

Own grievance

My own desires

My own timing

For I know not

Why I can’t 

Wait on your goodness

In what’s to come

And right now

Presently 

Be content

Where 

I’m at now

There is 

A reason 

For every season

Even the waiting ones

My life 

Is not a 

Social media reel

With endless smiles

And designer bags

It’s a hard slog

One that 

Isn’t at completion

By a long mile

I’m learning again

Not the prettiest 

Picture painted

But it’s 

The most authentic

In a society

That desires

Style over 

Substance

Here 

We are

The substance

No matter

How much

The truth hurts

Friday

 When you start to get answers you’ve long sought, it is a relief. It’s not comfortable. The truth rarely is. Getting what you need versus what you want is the season I find myself in. I’m having to trust. And I don’t trust much. I’m learning so much in being uncomfortable. Not that I want to stay here. I want the good stuff. The hard stuff is bending me to a point I’ve not experienced before. How I’m not breaking, I don’t know. 

Speaking up for myself and my treatment as a human being is testing my resolve. I’m being told when I speak I go into fight mode immediately. I’m reactive. I’m a live wire ready to be lit. Forty plus years of being a doormat will do that to you. 

Some things I’d like to explain, not that I owe it to anyone. 

First, it takes time for me to succinctly describe what I need from you

Two, learning to communicate properly is a journey

Three, It always seems like I need to give a life history to get people to care. 

Not everyone is me. I can’t expect. Human decency is rare. We teach our children how to make a dollar, but we don’t mold their character. 

I don’t need to be liked, but I ask that you respect my right to exist. To live. 

I’m not getting my champagne wishes and caviar dreams era. I’m getting the school of hard knocks. I don’t like them, but I must need them. 

Happy Friday. 

Yesterday was hard. Today is new. 

Grateful for some snail mail that arrived that made my whole afternoon. 

Love

 Lord have mercy 

Lord be near

Grant me peace

As I go

Through each day

Love however

Hard

Seek peace 

Within self

Before communing

With one another 

Love

 Enjoying a 

Warm day

In January

Feels like

An early 

Smile

From you 

That this

Year 

May be

Better

Than expected 

Memories instead

 Spending time

Being grateful

For the past

Thankful

For the present

AND

Hopeful 

For the future

For all of

The goodness

Grief and strife

Have forced me

To confront

The demons

The skeletons

That are no

Longer hidden

But fully

Open

To scab

Heal

And set 

The soul

Free 

That is me

Dreaming

Of Caribbean blue

Italian frescos

And French baguettes

While firmly rooted

In red clay

Until God

Says it’s

Time to move

And chase 

The dreams

Making them

Memories instead

Good day

 It’s a good day

To have 

A good day

Cheerios 

Coffee

And a story

Percolating

Waiting for

Me to write

Have a beautiful day. Love you all

Sunday sermon

 This Sunday I’m realizing that as I’m regaining strength, my stamina has not yet caught up. It is absolutely frustrating. I’m having to take a nap every day like clockwork like a baby. It is embarrassing. I’m having to put my pride to the side. I’m having to give my body what it needs. I’m having to readjust goals and plans already this year. I’m having to understand that dreams may be delayed once again, but I know God knows the desires of my heart. My dreams aren’t dashed. I guess I need more preparation in the process. Trying to not follow my timeline is the biggest the biggest reminder. 

I’m proud of my progress in the process. I’m having to count the wins. I didn’t think I would see them again. Or if I knew it internally, my brain couldn’t conceive it externally. So God, I’m here. As I am. 

Real peace

 The fire 

And a good book

Are my companions

This morning

As I enjoy

A wet, dreary

And damp day

That is oddly peaceful

Today

 Please Lord

Release me

From my

Anxious thoughts 

Handing them

Over to you

In Your

All knowing

Ways

The year ahead

 2026. 

We are here

May you be

Kind and gentle

Exude a peace

That surrounds 

This body

In the 

Best hug

Ever received

2025

Taught me

That we

Make plans

And God

Says look here

Listen

And trust

What I’m 

About to 

Do