When I was younger, I thought plans were restrictive. Why divide life up by plans? Plans that if not achieved only led to disappointment and frustration. What a naive girl I was back then.
Continue readingBroken Table and Broken Dreams
I finally conceded I needed to give the table away. It is a big (by today’s standards) kitchen table probably built in the 1940’s. All wood, it is heavy and cumbersome. Not really designed for today’s compact modern world. But for me giving it away was a difficult decision because it represented a dream unfulfilled. Although I have lived long enough to know the importance of plan B’s in my life, giving up on a long held dream is not an easy thing to do. I took comfort in the fact that the table not only represented a plan B in my life, but it must have also been similar for my grandma nearly 55 years earlier. We are connected with this broken table and broken dreams. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
Judas’ Feet
I had an idea for a poem but couldn’t get it quite right. I attempted three times to get this thought right and finally gave up. Today and next Wednesday I will share two of the attempts.
Jesus washed the feet
of His disciples one by one.
He performed the service
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Hope before faith
Sometimes my faith is weak and I’m not sure of things. During those moments I rely on my hope. I may not know it to be true but I sure hope it is. Photo taken in southwest Wyoming.
General Conference thoughts: Hear Him
Imagine being called as a prophet of God. Your life’s work is to turn people to God to find a better way of life. Usually prophets have to remind (constantly) the people of their time of certain weaknesses or road blocks that prevent them from coming to God. Moses broke it down into 10 basic rules to help his people. Elijah told people not to worship other Gods. You get the idea.
Continue readingAs for me, I believe there’s a heaven
You probably remember this as well as I do. At the start of the United State’s lockdown to “flatten the curve” when we all started quarantining in our homes a few celebrities put out a video of them singing John Lennon’s Imagine. While the song has a pretty tune, it did not bring me any comfort. No offense to any Lennon fans out there but imagining “there’s no heaven” is not a comforting thought. Especially at the beginning of my first pandemic. For me, it is actually a depressing thought.
Continue readingMutton Bustin’
The sheep are ready,
the cowboy is at the gate.
It is time
for him to meet his fate. Continue reading
Word without action
Pretty words won’t change me until I apply them and turn them into action. Photo taken at Devils Tower, Wyoming. Continue reading
General Conference thoughts: “Let This House Be Built unto My Name”
What is a house for? I visited Mesa Verde in southern Colorado and learned about that area’s Native Americans and their move to houses. I was surprised humans learned how to dwell in houses. It seems like an instinctual process to build a shelter. But apparently, it’s not. At least, not for some. Once this particular group of people moved to shelters they left some pretty hardy dwellings behind.
Continue readingMy dear, perception is everything
The older I get the more I understand reality isn’t necessarily real. At least, my reality may not be your reality. My reality is processed through my filters and spits out as as my perception of reality. While we may find others that share similar filters, no two filters truly process the same. Here is an example of how our perception influences our reality.
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