100 POSTS

TODAY

marks the day of 100 POSTS on WP!

Wow. I have posted 100 writings in 3 months.

That’s exciting to me…

Thank you to all who have given an encouraging word,

clicked a “happy” like,

or just simply followed my blog incognito

(as “a stalker,” as my good friend said to me yesterday! haha).

YOU

are who have given me the inspiration to continue on this journey of writing,

(and God, of course, HE is my central source!)

even in those moments when I think no one is reading and maybe no one cares.

THANKS FOR JOINING ME ON THIS JOURNEY! 🙂

I Feel Like a Kid In a Candy Shop! (part 2)

      I know I posted a note of thanks just a few weeks ago for the 100 likes on my blog; however, tonight, I’d like to say THANK YOU for the 100+ followers (102 as of this posting) of my blog! Having just started this in June, my original goal was 100 followers in a year; so, having received 100+ in only 3 months, I just stand amazed, and I am very humbled. I just want to say, “Thank you” from the depths of my heart! Thank you for your kind words, your encouraging notes and your simple approval “clicks.” You inspire me to extend my goals, to blog more consistently and to believe that I might just have something worth reading out there. Thank you. ❤

Autumn in the Small Things

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Never discount something, because it is small. You might just find out it’s a really BIG thing…

I Feel Like a Kid in a Candy Shop!

 My phone “chimes” each time I have a like, comment or follow on my blog. It just chimed for the 200th like on thegrizzlegrist. I’m sure I won’t keep the chime once this blog gets “REALLY” popular (my goal: 100 follows in 6 months), and it desires to chime all through the day; however, while I am still a novice, and it only chimes a few times throughout my day, I feel like a kid at Christmas time. Every chime feels like a little present that says, “You’re on the right path here. You’re following a purpose…His purpose.” It makes me feel like I’m a kid again, and my grandfather has taken me to the candy shop and told me to get what I want. (See more about that on October 6 post, “Bigger Than Life.”)

So, thank you to everyone who has helped to get me 200 likes so far! 🙂

Chalk it up: Rookie

So, I’m definitely a rookie when it comes to this blogging thing. I just have to say, I’m sorry to those of you who were following me over the last several days and opened a Ginormous picture on each post (and several on a couple of posts.!) Geez…Over the weekend, I was blogging via mobile, and, apparently, I posted all the pics in 1100-1200+ resolution! I think I’ve got them all fixed now, and I’ll try to do better from now on! I’m so sorry about that.
Thanks for being so graciously patient with me. I am definitely a newbie. Thanks for following my blog, too! It means a lot! 🙂

The Empty Chair

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It stands alone. If you look at it for very long, you might determine it’s lonely; however, it’s made to bring comfort to the weary traveler, and it does its job very well. It may be an elderly woman who just needed a quick rest before finishing her walk back to her room. It may be the young, new mom who tries desperately to get her newborn back to sleep. It may be the young teen who kicks back to watch the game, only to find his favorite team didn’t fair too great today. It may be the bench upon which the newlyweds pose for the pictures of their new life together. The chair can provide so many comforts.
Or maybe it has a more pragmatic approach today…the husband grabs it to stand upon while replacing the bulb overhead. The grandmother uses it to reach the box at the top of the closet, you know, the one with the pretty shoes for that special occasion. The children silently move it over to obtain the hidden cookies in the cabinet that mom thought she had secretly hid. The friend slides it back to be there for her ‘bestie’ who just suffered a breakup. The chair can serve in so many practical ways.
Or maybe it’s there for a more elite purpose, for appearance sake…the studio bought it for the upcoming celebrity shots and publicity showing. The antique store bought it to draw in a crowd, desiring top dollar at the next auction. The millionaire bought it to complement his prestigious office, never to be sat upon, of course, only for lust and desire. The chair can serve such audacious purposes.
Yet, did you ever wonder who was once there? Was it a frightened young girl who crawled up in her Daddy’s arms to chase away the storm? Was it a teenage girl longing for a tan to turn a few heads, never realizing she’s beautiful even without the change? Maybe it was the new mom who just laid her baby down but needs to stay just a moment longer to watch him breathe and assure her beating heart that he will awake in the mourn. Maybe it was the returning hero who left too much in the war but is overwhelmed by the love and applause he receives while arriving home. Maybe it was the elderly man who used to watch his wife as she kissed him goodnight, but now, he sits all alone reminiscing of years gone by.
The chair can tell us so many things yet leave so many stories untold. Often, when you see a chair and its owner resting in the same place, over time, they seem to mold to one another’s character. When he or she leaves that place, the chair seems to be missing a valuable part of life; sometimes, it even seems to sag without its owner’s presence. Could it possibly have elated feelings, and maybe even a sigh of relief, when the owner returns from too long of a vacation or an extended walk upon the beach? … Have you ever wondered when you see an empty chair?

The Death of Life

She was young and beautiful, full of energy and life. She had everything they wanted, beauty, fame and wealth.  But she was tired, lonely and confused.  She longed for him to take her in his arms and hold her.  She fell for his sweet charm and loving smile, never knowing his true intentions.  He manipulated and abused her with his little game. He didn’t care. He didn’t feel the pain.  And when it was over, he left her to pick up her shattered dreams alone.

Now, she was alone, scarred and ashamed. She had to mend her broken heart while hoping she had enough strength to live through the day.  Even now there was a new form inside of her, living, breathing, feeling.  But she established a solution for this “dilemma”…Destroy it before it is even born.

She took the unborn out of its place. Stole it’s breath of life and heart of love, without ever asking if she could.  She destroyed the being so she could go on living….little did she know that tiny part of her could give all the love and joy she so longed for…

Memories Lining The Tub

My eight year old LOVES to take a bath! We have a nice sized garden tub, and he will ask to go take a bath just about everyday, especially, when he’s got a new toy! The other day, I walked in there, after he was out, and shot this picture. The whole side of the tub was lined with toys. I’m not talking one or two toys, this is a whole collection of Lego men, Transformer robots, and Hero Factory creations! My first thought was, “Ugh. He didn’t put his toys up!” Then, something stopped me, and as I looked around that tub, I realized in that very moment, “This will all, very soon, be gone.”
Parents of grown children, give me a witness here. The days just fly by too swiftly. One day, you’re holding this tiny little being in your arms, hoping not to break them; then, you turn around, and you’re waving goodbye as they trek out to make their way in the world. Even if you spend as much time as you can, make all the memories possible, grab all the hugs they will allow, the hand of time still keeps ticking. The moments still slip through your fingers like tiny grains of sand.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give, for one more minute, to have those tiny fingers wrap around mine; yet, to go back would mean to give up the adventure of today, watching him create his imaginary Hero Factory armies and see him as he gently cares for the little hermit crabs in their cage and even hearing him say, “Watch this with me, Mom,” as we watch the Superbook series video for the fifty-seventh time this weekend. No, I don’t think I’d like to forsake today only to grasp hold of yesterday, but please, God, help me to not be so worried about the plans of tomorrow that I somehow miss the sweet memories that are right here today. Help me to embrace those moments that can be remembered forever, and let me not miss out on the simple, little things that make those minutes last…I do think I’ll let those little toys line the side of the tub for just a little longer today…yes, maybe I’ll move them on another day.

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How Small We Are

One night, as I was riding in a big boat, on a great big lake, I glanced up, as I often do, and saw the sky full of stars. I realized, the arrangement of those stars don’t change much to the naked eye. Yes, it moves with time, alters with seasons, some stars get brighter as their light reaches earth, and some fade when the star dies; yet, with the right scopes, you’ll still be able to see most constellations that have been up there for centuries upon centuries. On the other hand, we, as humans, are constantly changing. We change our clothes; we change our hair; we change our body shapes; we change our friends, and we even change our skin color (by spending too much time in the sun! lol). We often feel these changes make us bigger, better than we once were. Yet, those stars are so much bigger than our beings (if we could stand beside one), so much brighter than we could ever imagine, and they are arranged by a God whose ways we can’t even begin to fathom!

In perspective, we are so very small. Our lives are so very minute. These lives in which we struggle so hard to achieve more, receive more and conquer more are really so very tiny. In perspective, of the history of this world, our lifespan is so miniscule. We are so very little. Yet, our Heavenly Father, has loved us since the beginning of time. He has provided for us, created life within us, designed perfect plans for us, and destined great things for us. In the great scheme of life, we may be small, but in God’s eyes, we are quite a “Big Thing.” You know how I know this? Well, one because the Bible explains it pretty clearly, but also, because He has given me a beautiful example through the lives of my children. I love those boys so much makes my heart ache. If I, who am just human, just a mom trying to make it through each day and do the very best that my small being can do, love my sons so much that it makes my heart ache, how much more does a Mighty God love me and you? How much more does a Righteous Savior love the very people He left His glory to save? Our Father God loves us, and when Daddy loves his little girl, or his little man, that child is bigger than even His whole world!

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”

John 3:16

“If you, then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!”

Matthew 7:11

A Little Change Is Okay

One Sunday afternoon, I just decided to paint my fingernails hot pink. I’m not big on painting my nails. It’s not that I don’t like painted fingernails; I just never do it, and when I say, “never,” I mean really, never…like once a year, “never,” maybe twice a year…if you’re really lucky. It’s just not something I really take time to do. I keep my toenails painted throughout the summertime, but my nails, well, I’m just a little impatient to wait on them to dry. However, this particular afternoon, I decided for a little change. Later that night, as I was saying goodnight to my very honest-and-bluntly-spoken twelve year old, he grabbed my hand and said, “What’s THAT?” I responded, “Nail polish. Why?” He said, “Mom, No. It’s just not your thing.” He didn’t say this to be mean, really; he was just speaking from that honest heart of his; yet, I didn’t know whether to be offended or to laugh…

I chose to laugh; however, it did cause me to start thinking. That nail polish represented something which, too often, we may avoid: CHANGE. That nail polish was such a stark contrast to my methodical way of life. That is just my way. I like methods and procedures. I enjoy plans and predictabilities. I like analyzing a situation and being able to find a solution. I like the old statement, “There is a place for everything, and everything has it’s place.” That’s just the way God hardwired me. I have a routine, and I generally stick to it; so, when I change something, even as simple as nail polish, to my children, it may not seem to be “my thing.” However, the nail polish was fun, and it made me feel pretty that particular day, and that little bit of change did me good. Yet, it made me wonder how often we, as humans, as creatures of habit, become so comfortable in our “routines” that we miss out on even the little things of change which might bring life back into our being…

I left the nail polish on for a few days, as I pondered these thoughts…I came to this conclusion: a little change is okay once in a while. We should all try something new. Keep yourself alive through the change! If we’re always seeking change, we, as well as those closes to us, may never have the stability and peace we need; however, if we’re never changing, we will never grow and develop, and an early death will be certain…if not physical, it may very well be emotional, mental or spiritual. Everything that grows must encounter change. A seed that grows into a beautiful rose must first change from a tiny seed into a rose vine, followed by a tiny bud covered by sepals, and then, as the tiny bud grows, the sepals open, and the flower blooms and changes into the beautiful rose. A bear is first a tiny cub before it grows and changes into a momma bear, and every elderly person was once a little babe who first grew into a small child, then into an adolescent, followed by a young adult, evolving into a full grown adult, and finally becoming an elderly adult. We don’t, necessarily, have a choice in our physical growth; as my husband jokingly states, “We are all growing older and uglier every day!” Yet, when it comes to our mental, emotional, and spiritual growth, we do have a choice. If we choose not to grow in these vital areas; then, we actually have chosen to allow that particular area to die and the others to eventually follow. An early death, whether it be physical, mental, emotional or spiritual, is always tragic. I have never once heard someone say, “Well, it’s a good thing he/she died so young.” It’s always a tragedy, and it always brings heartache. The only way we can stay alive is to allow change into our life! If you’re like me, and lots of change can, sometimes, bring feelings of apprehension and hesitation, just start with a few little things, and work yourself toward the big things. Although it may be a little “out of our norm,” change can be good for us….even if it is a little bit of hot pink nail polish!20140719-224346-81826658.jpg