Out my Window: thick clouds, sun attempting to peek out, flurries Enjoying: mini space heater fireplace, candles, Christmas lights, family time, flowers Listening to/Watching:  Christmas mixes, I am liking Tsh Oxenreider's playlist based on her advent devotional Shadow and Light I have this devotional on my list for next year. This year came upon me faster than … Continue reading Daybook


Out my Window: sun is coming up over the hill, rain droplets on tree branches are glistening, blue sky Enjoying: a few more bonus fall days, mini space heater fireplace, fall candles, twinkles lights, family time, flowers from a friend, three little plants from my friend's plant Listening to/Watching:  Holy Post interview was on redeeming social media, not … Continue reading Daybook


Out my Window: grey morning, bare trees, lots of brown hues, crows squawking in the distance Enjoying: a few more bonus fall days, curbside pickup, fall candles, twinkles lights Listening to/Watching:  Listened to Craig Groeschel's leadership podcast with Paula Farris. Q&A with Paula Faris: Calling vs. Career | Craig Groeschel Leadership ( It was a good listen. I … Continue reading Daybook

Last (FMF Link Up)

#throwbackthursday I was looking for a post I had written on expectations and stumbled on this one. It was a good reminder to me of the power of gratitude to change moments, instead of expectations that tend to disappoint or possibly grow resentment. May we be grateful for the gifts found in what is and recognize the giver of the good gifts in all the moments, the firsts and the lasts, and all the in betweens.

Inkblot Life

FMF-Blog-post-headers-Round-6-18 Linking up with The rules are: set a timer and free write for five minutes on word prompt, then share.

Last… Such an interesting word that invokes so many emotions. Some lasts we know are the last: the last piece of candy or pie, the last day of work, last time to do something, or see someone. Depending on the feelings towards it different emotions can fill that time of last. I think of the seniors last year who were so done with school according them, but  they would get teary for each of their lasts: the last band concert, last homecoming, last whatever, there was a sadness, although for most last year of High School brought joy.

Last is also something elusive. We all know certain things will come to an end. In parenting we know that there will be a last for most of the tasks we…

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