How I forgot to be thankful......

• Covid is serious........ 
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• Wear your mask.............
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• SOCIAL DISTANCE.........                             

We are a spoiled nation.  

We are at home with family. We are finding what relationship means. We are talking to each other. Enjoying the simple things of life like taking a walk. We have time to be quiet and still. To listen to music or learn a new instrument or paint a picture or being creative with our hands We are trying new recieps. Our groceries are delivered to our homes or cars. We are paid for not working or even being allowed to work from the comport of our homes. Our children get to sleep and play and still do school at home. We are organizing our clutter. We are gardening and sharing them with the poor and our neighbor and still be safe. We are learning the blessing of having a garden and watching it grow as we feel the dirt in our hands and the sweat on our brow. Most of us can order anything we want or need onine delivered to our door. We have computers, television, phones with enough entertainment to last a life time.

I have thought about the people in Kenya, the homeless. Our power was out for two days. They have no power at all. What must it be to have no running water, to not have a floor beneath your feet, or a place to lay your head or to call your own.

Does this make us more thankful? We can go through a drive threw without a thought. Sit outside a restaurant or have church in the beauty of creation.

We help others with the damage of the storms...Our country has been hit heard no doubt.

SINCE THIS TIME THE VIRUS HAS INCREASED IN MANY AREAS.

As you protect yourself from covid be wise in also protecting others.

May we be the feet and hands of Jesus.

Love God and others as best you can...AND STILL BE SAFE.......

to those who need it. This is true community, the church. I have had so many friends help me. I have thought God sent an army after me. This is beautiful to God. 

We can reach out to others in creative ways with the love of Jesus ...being His hands and His feet and His love for others. Make that phone call of encouragement, send that note, say a prayer, learn to be thankful even if you have not been. Deliver that meal or flowers at their door. Text an encouraging text, send a song or prayer for your friend. Take time to read and journal this memorable time for generations to come and the good you see from it and the struggles. How you walked through it. Be creative and use your gifts. See the beauty of God turning us back to family and to our Lord in this time we seem to dread and rightfully so. Make everyday count.

Live in the blessing of today, not in what we think we do not have. We can have a community and connection with God and others that we all long for. It is more beautiful and more rich than we can imagine if we would but look around us and the needs of others.

May the love of God guide our hearts to love Him and others in this time we look at as a hardship. This is my prayer for you and me.

As you guard yourself from the covid be safe and wise....

Don't Give Up

 For any of you who wonder if you have value because of your struggle with mental disorders of any kind may this encourage you and those who love and care for them.

My friend Penny commented on this post. She is with our Lord and I think of her so very often. She taught me that every day is a gift. Just those few words have kept me smiling in difficulty many times.

So if your life, especially in this time of isolation, remember no matter your struggle God can make each day a gift.

May this not only encourage the individual with any kind of struggles mentally as I do, but also the family, the teachers who give hope and encouragement these individuals can and will be used in this life in a great and significant way if only given hope, faith and love. We all need someone to believe in us.

I also think of those who may be struggling with addictions who may not be able to do the things that helped you do the things that helped you battle this struggle. Don't give up. Talk to friends. Find a way to remember you can be victorious still. If you failed pick yourself up...Reach out to others...Know the Love God has for you and ask Him to be your strength. To guide you daily as you take one step after another. Reach out to those less fortunate than you. It will bless and strengthen you as you are to others.

There is no shame in any of these situations. They are not a respecter of persons.

Being in church may not be possible but it maybe. We meet outside with a social distance. We need each other. Do what you can to reach out to those who Love the Lord and that can support you and you them. Write notes, make phone calls, listen to encouraging videos, be an encouragement on social media. Organize your environments. Enjoy nature, be creative. Take a walk, sing a song, meditate on the goodness you have been blessed with. Don't hesitate to ask for prayer and journal the good and the hard. You will be glad you made every day count. My goal has been to encourage one person a day. To pray for others when I couldn't get out of bed. Plant something that you can watch grow. Play in the dirt. Feel the earth under your feet and remember the one that named the stars for He loves you and is faithful. Read Gods word and ask for wisdom. Discuss it with someone you respect, Don't go it alone....

Get on your knees at the end of another day.  

Tell Him when you don't think you can make it God hears no matter what you may feel or think...it is an assurance.

Enjoy God and others...It is worth the fight!

DON"T GIVE UP!!!!!!!

I may sound like I have a handle on this but I don't. I am limping along side you! One step of faith after another.

Jessica M Marquez

October 18, 2015  · 

One day, Thomas Edison came home and gave a paper to his mother. He told her, “My teacher gave this paper to me and told me to only give it to my mother.”

His mother’s eyes were tearful as she read the letter out loud to her child: "Your son is a genius. This school is too small for him and doesn’t have enough good teachers for training him. Please teach him yourself."

After many, many years, Edison’s mother died, and he had become one of the greatest inventors of the century. One day he began looking through old family things. Suddenly he saw a folded paper in the corner of a drawer in a desk. He took it and opened it up. On the paper was written: "Your son is addled [mentally ill]. We won’t let him come to school any more."

Edison cried for hours and then he wrote in his diary: “Thomas Alva Edison was an addled child that, by a hero mother, became the genius of the century.” #ThePowerOfAnExtraodinaryMother

Hey, Friends!

While I am on a writing sabbatical here, please catch up with me on Instagram. My i.d. is:
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Hope to reconnect soon!

Thanks and Prayers,
Deb