1000 Reasons

No, I haven’t given up on this project.  I could make all kinds of excuses as to why I stopped.  But that’s not what I’m going to do.  I am going to start on it again.  Right now.

Reasons I love Dale:

122.  When I got hurt yesterday, he dropped everything and came straight to the ER to wait with me.

123.  He wanted me to eat lunch, so he went and got my favorite at Firehouse Subs.

124.  He offered to sleep in the recliner so that he wouldn’t hurt me last night.

125.  He is a caring and tender individual who hates to see me in pain.

126.  He drove our firstborn to school this morning, even though it’s freezing outside.

127.  He gets excited by little things.

128.  He likes to spoil me.  He just brought home Orange Rolls for breakfast.  😀

My goal is to get 1000 reasons of why I love Dale by mid July.  I’m approximately 2 and a half months behind.  So maybe if I write 6 a day instead of 3, I can catch up.

I do know that this has changed my way of thinking about my husband.  If you are reading this and you are struggling in your marriage, I recommend giving it a try.  Just three things a day that you love about your spouse.  Even just for 30 days.  I bet you are surprised.

Alright, I’m off to try to do some Bible study while it’s still quiet.


P.S.  Mine is the one on the left in this picture.



FMF – Silence

Hello.  It’s time for another edition of Five Minute Friday.  That weekly occurrence where we all join up over here and get a one word prompt.  Then we write on that prompt for 5 minutes, no editing.

And then you get to back and read everyone else’s writings.  It’s really interesting to see how some writing is similar and how some is different.  Regardless, it is one of the best things I’ve ever taken part in.

Today’s word is Silence.  And GO:

It’s early morning.  The dogs woke me up.  It’s so quiet this early.  It’s alright because I was getting up anyway.

I’m tired.  I’m sore.  The kids have gone to school and to work and I’m sitting here reveling in the silence of it all.  It’s not that they are loud.  It’s that I can hear myself now.

It’s in the silence that things are brought to the forefront of my mind.  Like how I haven’t made time for God this year.  How I have been so busy that I haven’t taken time.

Like how my word of the year is supposed to be prayer, and I feel as though I have failed miserably on that front.

Maybe I should take that time, instead of looking at Facebook and playing quirky dragon games on my phone, I should use the silence in a different way.  Maybe I should take advantage and pray.  And read and study.  I seem to concentrate so much better in the silence.

God is everything to me.  He has given me everything in my life and taught me many lessons along the way.  And all he asks is for me to give him the glory.  I will use my silent moments to learn to spend time with him again.  STOP

11 The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.”

Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

1 Kings 19:11-13a

Until next time, may you find focus in the silence.

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

FMF – Need

So it’s the first time I’ve written in several months.  I NEED to write.  I need to put words on paper and feelings into my words.  I need to connect with my friends, my blog readers, my fellow writers.  I need to be a mom, a worker, a student, a friend, a Christian.

We have a lot of needs as humans.  But for me, I struggle with needing balance.  I need to work and I need to play.  And I need to rest.

I’m going to visit my sister this weekend.  She’s having a baby shower.  I get to be a hostess.  I need to hug my little sister and rub her pregnant belly and give her many different things.  I love her so very much.  I need her to stay healthy and strong and to stay my sister.

What does God need from us?

He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
    And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
    and to walk humbly with your God.

Micah 6:8

And with that, my time is up.

This post was part of Five Minute Friday, a weekly link up where a group of writers get together and write on a given prompt.  Join us here and then read other people’s words.  It’s fun.


Reasons Project

Alright, I’m going to write about something different and a bit happier now.  I’m going to write about my husband.

It’s surprising to me how many people are actually reading this little project of mine.  I hope that it shows that anyone can change their attitude towards their significant other, simply by how they choose to celebrate them.

I will admit it’s rough at times.  He still frustrates me at times.  But I can recognize that sometimes, it really is how I choose to look at things.  Or it’s hormones.  I’m finally mature enough to realize that sometimes those pesky female hormones actually do affect me way more than I like.

But I think over all, I’ve made progress.  I do try to see things from his perspective.  We do talk quite a bit more.  I still love him.

Alright, on to the mushy stuff.  Tomorrow is going to be a long day, and I’m already sleepy.

Reasons I love Dale:

110. The way he explains difficult things to me.  If I’m having trouble with a concept, he helps me figure it out.

111.  I love his crinkles around his eyes.

112.  He is aging quite nicely.  Salt and pepper looks good on him.

113.  Somewhere along the way, he’s gone from being insecure in his field to having almost a management mentality.  I’m proud of him for this.

114.  He rides the bus so that I can use the car if needed, but also to save money.

115.  He eats leftovers for lunch.

116. He falls asleep sitting up.

117.  He goes to school things if faire or work interferes with me attending.

118.  He knows how to make a dollar stretch.

119.  His love of TV crime shows, like NCIS or CSI or JAG.

120.  His love of fantasy and science fiction books.

121.  His predictability.  Yes, this occasionally makes me frustrated, but I’m choosing to see it as a blessing tonight.

That’s all I have, and I really need to go to bed.  I’m going to attempt to get up at 5:30 with Boo tomorrow morning to try riding the bus to her college campus.  Wish us luck!





I need to relate two stories tonight that show just how frustrated I am, and how crazy the world feels right now.

When we left for Louisiana, Dale wanted to leave at the break of dawn like normal.  So we got up and got going and decided to get breakfast on the road.  Boo does not like McDonald’s for breakfast, so we stopped at our local popular gas station/convenience store to get her a donut.  When we went up to the register, there was a man that looked like he could have been trying to decide to get in line.  I grabbed Boo’s arm and took a step back to let him in front of us, because I was raised in the south and that’s what good manners looks like.  But do you know what he said?  “You don’t have to be afraid of me.  I don’t bite.”  Do I need to mention that this man was black?

The second incident happened tonight.  Just a minute ago.  If you’ve read any of my blog for any length of time, you might or might not know that I love riding my bike.  That I know a thing or two about bike riding.  That I know the local laws involving riding bikes.

So when you cross the street illegally, on a bike, and you’re over the age of 30, I’m going to call you on it.  Especially when I am the one who could have hit you because you don’t know the laws.  And then I’m going to try to talk to you rationally about it.  So please don’t continue riding off.  Stop and listen to what I have to say.  I don’t care that you are a black man on a bike, and I’m a white woman in a car.  I’m trying to help!

For those who don’t know, a bicycle counts as a moving vehicle, and is supposed to follow all the rules of the road.  Running a red light is illegal, which is what he did as I was trying to turn right on my green light.

I’m sorry.  I’m done ranting for the moment.  Maybe everyone needs to stop jumping to conclusions all the time and actually have a conversation with your fellow human beings, instead of just assuming all the time.  My heart is sad and frustrated that I can’t seem to get basic communication across.

Okay.  I have to go.  Thanks for reading this far.