It’s the Small Things

Sometimes, it’s the small, insignificant things that end up mattering the most. We can be so focused on the big picture that the portrait diminishes because we failed to notice the details.

Pay attention to the small things.

Be aware of the little nuances whether in people, situations or surroundings.

Being able to notice can be a game changer.

Sometimes, it’s the small, seemingly insignificant things that will unravel the larger, more glamorous moments because it’s truly the little things that being together the big.

This is true in paintings.

This is true in circumstances.

This is true in relationships.

This is true in life.

If we ignore the minuscule things that make up the whole, we can miss a vital key that can unlock future and further withholding.

Don’t ignore the small things.

They can truly turn out to be the big things.

Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much, and whoever is dishonest with very little will also be dishonest with much.

Luke 16:10

Run a Little. Walk a Lot.

How often do you walk or run?

Honestly, I don’t run at all. It’s actually not a good choice over the long haul. I know. I know. All the runners out there are scoffing right now. I’m sorry. I’ve read too much about the detrimental effect running has on your knees and all of your joints.

And I have watched personally a man in our community who proudly proclaims how much he runs (minimum 5miles) every day. I’ve seen him run in our community for the last 22 years, and he doesn’t look healthier. He looks older, more bent over, and stiff. Now, I know he’s only one example, and I’m sure you could give me a list of runners who are not so.

But I also have a troublesome knee that won’t let me run much. We did a running program a few years ago, and I was so excited to pick up my long forgotten running record from high school and try it again. To give a little background, in HS, we’d always have to do those fitness tests twice a year (yes. I know I’m that old. Lol), and we’d run all year long. So, I’d leave the girls behind and run with the guys. I usually would finish 4th to 5th place running anywhere from 5.30-6min miles. Once, I completed a 4.55minute mile, but I think I could’ve died that day. Haha.

Anyway, that’s nothing to brag about. There were three other guys who were lightening speed in comparison, and I’m sure some could read this and think that’s rather slow. Regardless, that’s not the point to this post…

So, I do try to walk, but I’m not consistent to do it everyday, and I certainly don’t walk as much as I probably should or even could. I read post by a good blogging friend, Linda Schuab over at Walkin’ Writin’, Wit & Whimsy, and I find goals I’d like to meet in my walking routines.

So, my goal is to just get out and do it! I am shooting for 3-5 days a week right now. And this week, I’ve got three days down and hope fully, I’ll have a chance to walk this evening; so, that would give me a four day week.

Here’s to walking and making a point to walk some more! ☺️

How about you? Are you a walker or a runner? What do you like about it, and what is a pain about it? I’d love to know!

You Lead. You Influence

Do you see yourself as a leader?

John C. Maxwell says, “Leadership is influence.” So, when the question is posed, “Do you see yourself as a leader?”, the answer for all of us should actually be, “Yes.”

The question should rather be, “Who are you leading?” And “Where are you leading them?”

If you are like me, and you call yourself a Christian, we should be leading others to Christ. Not to a religion. Not to church. Not to a “feel better” lifestyle. Not to a program or to a group of people. But we should be leading others to a relationship with Jesus.

All of those other things might come with the territory, and if we truly have a relationship with Jesus and actually read His Word, many of those things will fall into line. But the relationship is where it’s at. And if you have that relationship, you will have influence. And if you have influence, per John Maxwell, you will be a leader.

And even if you don’t claim Jesus as your Savior, or maybe you declare you’re not into “all that religious stuff,” you’ll still be leading someone somewhere. And again, I’ll insert the question, “Where are you leading them?”

If you have no leader yourself, and you have no foundation of truth, than your path will be quite a crooked one. And in this modern age, a crooked path can simply be foolish and quite frankly, dangerous. For there are buyers for your soul on every street corner, both physically and metaphorically. And typically, the highest bidder will win.

But at what cost? And are you willing to gamble your life upon it? Or better yet, are you willing to gamble with the most innocent among you? Or maybe even better to ask, what about the ones you love the most? Are they worth the precarious journey in your lack of leadership?

Whether you decide to choose or not, it will be decided. Refusal to answer is still an answer, and it will still bring consequences.

So, choose, my friend.

And lead on.

I pray you will choose and lead well.

Dreaming My Week Away

Describe your ideal week.

My ideal week seemed to have happened this past summer. We spent some time out West in the beautiful scenery of The Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks. And it simply took my breath away. Again.

It wasn’t my first time. We went last year, and I went when I was in High School, and we may very well go again next summer. We love it that much.

I read an article or a Fb post recently that described exactly how I felt about it: “Why do you love it? … Because it’s wild. … Imagine a place where you gaze from horizon to horizon and don’t see the hand of man, only God’s.” Yes. This. That’s one of the many reason it is the land that I love. It calls to me.

So, my ideal week was spent living in a cute little home on the other side of the mountains, in a little town in Idaho. We’d drive through the mountains to get to the parks, or we’d drive north to enter the park from the other side. We’d go watch a rodeo down the road or tool on over and go to the zoo in Idaho Falls. We’d walk in downtown Jackson to enjoy the sights, the sounds, and of course, the beautiful antler arches on the square.

We’d go find a hike with a waterfall or an alpine lake, and I’d enjoy the sidelines while my husband snorkeled that crystal clear, frigid, c-o-l-d lake. We’d get up early and drive into town to enjoy a hot, homemade breakfast or come back from our afternoon adventures to enjoy a huckleberry shake at the local emporium.

It was a glorious (almost) two weeks, and we didn’t want to come home! It’s a place to explore, to relax, and simply to breathe.

Yeah. I’m ready for my ideal week already. Let’s go again! And until then, if you catch me napping, I might just be dreaming of my ideal week…

The heavens declare the glory of God;
And the firmament shows His handiwork.

Psalm 19:1

Swing Away the Monday Blues

Sometimes,

a good swing session is like therapy…

And if at first, it doesn’t help,

just keep swinging…

It was truly therapy…

Aspen meadow

Grudge Not

Are you holding a grudge? About?

It’s almost funny, that the daily prompt today is asking if you’re holding a grudge, and my blog post earlier today was about forgiveness.

As they say, maybe great minds do think alike. Lol.

Do I hold a grudge? No. I’d have to say not because I’ve learned forgiveness is more important and more freeing than holding grudges that I could rightfully hold.

Yet, for some whose relationship has been effected by my distance and even my walking away, their narrative could be different. But sometimes, toxicity must be avoided at all costs. And that’s where the judgement begins.

But to hold a grudge means your intent will eventually be to bring harm. Holding a grudge has the intent of revenge. Holding a grudge has the motives of destruction.

Holding a grudge is rooted in the foundation of unforgiveness. Holding a grudge brings resentment and bitterness. Holding a grudge actually brings more harm to you than it does to those against whom the grudge is held.

That grudge will create a prison in which you’ll live if you’ll let it. That grudge will be the hot iron that you think you’re grasping in your hand, yet the longer you hold it, the more it burns your flesh and all those closest to you.

But if you’ll release that grudge, it’s like releasing the hot iron to go back into the fire from whence it came. And the release brings you more freedom than you could ever imagine.

Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.

Colossians 3:13

Let all bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor, and evil speaking be put away from you, with all malice.

Ephesians 4:31

Forgiveness Finds Freedom

Forgiving those who wounded you doesn’t free them from guilt.

Forgiveness isn’t pretending it never happened.

Forgiving the one who brought harm is never justifying their wrong.

Forgiveness only frees us from their poison overtaking our soul.

Then Peter came to Him and said, “Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? Up to seven times?”

Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you, up to seven times, but up to seventy times seven.

Matthew 18:21-22

Know When to Speak

Dealing with trauma can be excruciating. And just as a wounded animal wants to lash out and wound anyone who would try to help, we as humans will also have a tendency to lash out and bring harm when we are hurting.

We will rear back and punch an honest bystander simply because she leans in to take a second look. We will react with violent anger because he offers a gentle hand. We will claw and bite when they surround and hover, only hoping to give a comforting word or a compassionate nod.

The pain we feel can be so deep and seem so lasting that it actually feels unfair to see a world who is unaffected by it.

The agony can be so debilitating that we feel justified in our knee-jerk reactions and spiteful words because after all, they can’t possibly understand all that we’ve endured.

But what does wounding another accomplish? It doesn’t remove the gash. It certainly never heals the scar. It only leaves those in our wake with their own needed recovery.

And the enemy of our soul celebrates the victory of our further demise. The demons that watched our first injury shout with glee as they observe our continual upheaval and destruction of another.

This is his goal. This is his ultimate objective.

Bring annihilation to all, not just one.

And bring it through the hands of the tortured who should rather be seeking to pour the healing balm.

So, recognize his tactics.

Become keenly aware of his ploys.

And vehemently reject his satisfaction.

Through the bleeding, learn to praise the One who gave you breath.

Through the brokenness, seek to pour the oil of mending on those who are the weakest.

Through the injustice, desire to be the wounded healer embracing instead of victimizing.

Work through the muck and mire to find His calm.

Extend your heart with all it’s shattered dreams to find His love.

And as you do, stretch yourself to find someone deeper in the pit than you have fallen and struggle to lift them up and pull them out.

When you do, you’ll find yourself conquering the enemy with your peace.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also abounds through Christ. Now if we are afflicted, it is for your consolation and salvation, which is effective for enduring the same sufferings which we also suffer. Or if we are comforted, it is for your consolation and salvation.

2 Corinthians 1:3-6

Home Sweet Home

What does your ideal home look like?

I suppose my first answer to what my ideal home would look like is more about the inside than the exterior. And that being the case, I already have my ideal home.

It’s full of peace and love and stability. This doesn’t mean we don’t have bad days or disagreements or storms that threaten all of that. But it means the foundation of our lives is where it should be.

And that foundation is Christ. Scripture says He is a Rock. He is a fortress. He is a shelter, a high tower and a refuge. And I have found He is all of these things and more. And when my faith is in Him and the foundation of my home is found in Him, that’s all I need for my home to be filled with all the things that I want.

And truthfully, the exterior of my ideal is not of the world. My ultimate ideal dream home is in a land where there is no pain, no tears, no fear and no end of days. A land flowing with milk and honey, a sapphire sea, and a River of Life running through that place. Heaven will be a beautiful place, of which we truly do not have words to describe.

But now, to play along with the daily prompt and describe my ideal (exterior) home, I’d begin with a lot of land. I mean a lot, acres and acres, with some rolling hills, maybe the big Rocky Mountains or the Blue Ridge or the Appalachian Mountain Range in the background. A creek running close by with lots of big hardwoods and a good many evergreens interspersed throughout the land would be ideal. Actually, several creeks would be intermittent around the property, and one would have a grist mill and a water power sourcing into the property. Another would have an eight to ten food drop of a beautiful waterfall. It would be a big parcel of land that when you gaze out over it, it automatically causes you to inhale deeply and exhale slowly.

I’d want enough land that all our family, our sons, my in-laws, any any of my husband’s siblings could have their homes without it being crowded. Hundreds of acres that are marked by those deep stained wooden fences, and everybody who traveled by would know, “That’s the Grizzle Ranch Homestead.” Enough land that it takes a day’s ride on horseback to cover all the property, and we’d have enough ranch hands to make those rounds when needed.

It would be a land/home where everyone is welcomed with open arms, and we’d even have a couple of guest cabins where people could come and stay to rest and relax and even recoup and restore from storms in their lives. We’d have the modern conveniences of running water, electricity, internet and gas connections, but much of it would be self contained so as to not have to rely on or be effected by the local or national economic ups and downs.

And the ideal house itself? Hmmm… my dream house changes a bit from time to time, but mostly, it’s a sprawling two story ranch style, all wood and maybe some stacked stone, with a wrap around porch and several fireplaces, both inside and on the outdoor patio. And it must have one corner that is a glorious library with books from ceiling (2 stories) to floor, the rolling ladders that allow for hours of scrolling through to find a new adventurous tale, and a staircase as well that reaches to the top on one corner. There would be ceiling to floor windows to let in the sunlight with beautiful drapery to shadow the room so that reading by lamplights can be allowed when so desired, no matter the time of day. There would be sweet reading nooks and even a hand carved “tree” that invites hours of childhood fun, no matter your age or reading limitations. Oh, and on another corner, there’s be a fireplace, not too big, but large enough to cozy up on the couch with a good book or pile up pillows upon the floor with the kiddos to invite reading galore.

There would be a giant kitchen for hours of baking fun with family that opens up into a huge dining hall for endless family gatherings; yet, not ton of formality, more like an oak table with hand carved chairs with comfy cushions and plenty of space for loads of food and a fireplace on one end that would crackle with the laughter of shared family memories.

And for all our family members who love to play, there would be a music room/hall in which more instruments than one person could own but where all could meander through to share a tune or two. A baby grand in one corner or maybe an upright, a handful of acoustics and cajones, basses, violins and cellos, sprinkled with a banjo, harmonica and pan flute. All for a little friend and family enjoyment on a cool summer’s evening or a cold, winter’s night.

There’s be a big fire pit outside with lots of wood carved seating for fall campfires and summer fireless stargazing. The house overlooks all the land we own, the creek(s) with the mountains in the backdrop. Horses are grazing on one side of the backside of the property while cows are on the other because we are a working ranch that is self sufficient and self contained.

Prison of Memories

For years, I’ve heard of the movie Good Will Hunting. I’ve tried to watch it on air flights every chance I got. But the unedited version just turned me off after the first maybe 5 mins. Forgive me. I’m weird like that, but I just don’t get into a lot of foul language and crude conversations. I’m not a big movie watcher anyway; so, I don’t care to waste my time…

But my husband had first watched it on an edited flight many years ago and had been referencing it for one situation or another all this time. I wanted to watch it so bad, I was almost tempted just to forgo my personal standards and just watch it anyway. Well, he told me the other day he’d had the tv edited version on our recordings for a while now, and he didn’t realize I’d wanted to watch it so bad. Lol.

So, we finally found time to sit down to watch it, and Wow. If you’ve not seen this. You need to. Of course, I would definitely encourage the edited version. Ha.ha. But anyway.

Without being a spoiler, let’s just say this little statement above came alive and well in the middle of the story, and I just balled my eyes out! Geez. I’m so glad I was in the privacy of my own home with only my husband to see me crying like a blubbering idiot and not on a plane where a whole bunch of strangers would wonder what in the world was my problem!

Some days the memories still knock the wind out of me.

And that’s just the honest truth of life, isn’t it?

It doesn’t really matter if it’s past pain, grief, brokenness or shame. When the memories come up, it doesn’t matter how deep you’ve stuffed them down, or how far beneath the surface you think you’ve buried them.

They’re going to slam into your heart like a tsunami.

They’re going to run through your mind like a twister seeking a place to land.

They’re going to roll over your soul like a freight train.

There’s no real stopping them.

You might as well stop the denial. And you might as well not try to run. Cuz they’ll chase you down and beat you, or they’ll just lie in wait for you at your next destination.

Memories don’t go away like a vapor in the wind.

They are like the fragrance on that wind, choosing when to come and when to go.

Claiming no responsibility and receiving no accountability.

Never giving forwarning of their arrival nor a wave to their departure.

They just are and forever will be.

It’s better to embrace, evaluate, excavate and even let them exuberate.

Otherwise, you’ll get sucked into an abyss of that depression, anger, resentment, confusion, and heartache from whence they came.

One of which you’ll never escape.

Do not remember the former things,
Nor consider the things of old.
Behold, I will do a new thing,
Now it shall spring forth;
Shall you not know it?
I will even make a road in the wilderness
And rivers in the desert.

Isaiah 43:18-19