This year had its own specific circumstances. Our overall spending was already down, because we were eating out less, and driving less: my husband worked from home, our daughter schooled remotely. What this meant was that things within our home had already changed substantially. I was cooking more, but I was over-indulging myself more with movies, online games, and eating all that I was cooking. But I also was seeking outside adventures, reading, and studying things that I love.
After the storm I walked day after day, and watched the changing landscape, I saw damage, but looked for beauty. Beauty of this broken world points to an unbroken beauty that awaits us.
Over the years, I stopped shunning or pitching aging apples. Instead I learned to peel and cook them down with a little water and cinnamon. They are naturally sweet: like me, they become sweeter as they age! They turn into a delicious applesauce or, in this case, a topping for steal cut oats! Since I am sugar free this month, they were a much appreciated treat! Appreciated, not pitched.
This true account was written January 5th for a writing prompt suggestion. Today, I am sharing the rest of the … More
The admonition was: what are the distractions—those pesty, noisy, distracting birds you want to chase away, or fun, fanciful, flighty sparks of fire that you want to play with? What are those things that seem harmless, but they are actually keeping you from obeying. From staying. From sitting still.
What is My January Rest? For anyone new, read the next couple of introductory paragraphs. If you know what My … More
Last year I wrote that God had been talking to me about making room (in my heart and life) and … More
Like every child had a personality and every painting I create, so does each MJR. Each one is similar, but different. This month vacillated between big things, like major surgery in the big city of Chicago for my girl, and little things like being a homebound nursemaid for weeks.
It’s that time of the month for me, the time where I come clean about where I am in My … More
Words. Words are powerful. If I say puppy or kitten, most people will have some kind of thought and feeling … More
I’ve been consumed with the affairs of my father, and that has left little time for reflection. That is what The Rest is about: stealing minutes, carving out time, focusing on who and what matters most.
Have you ever had times of feeling totally helpless? I know I have! A few days ago, I experienced one … More
On one of the fiercest winter nights, I thought I saw something on my porch. In the dark, with only the … More
Today’s storm promised snow and high winds. School was cancelled and our family had a good old fashioned snow day! My … More
I looked at my scraggly aloe plant this morning and I felt her pain. Seated beside a chilly window, during the … More