Tuesday, December 9, 2014

simple {and yet veiled} treasure

I can hear treasure.
It is piping through speakers in malls.
Whispering in elevators in hotels.
Floating through airwaves in airports and shopping malls.

Can you hear it?

It's sound is soft and gentle and it's easiest to hear
when I slow down and listen.

It is an ocean of guidance, truth and wisdom.
Something much deeper than the 
tiny to scale performance platforms
and faux trappings of wealth, titles, 
position and power that so many of us reach for.

With it comes peace and joy.


A gift
all wrapped up in the melody of a song.

Can you hear it?

Perhaps you live in a place that these songs are not common
but would like to hear them.
And even where it is common to play these songs
many do not hear. 
Sometimes I don't hear because my mind is full of movement.
Tasks. To do lists. Typical stuff.
Stuff.  Yes, holiday stuff.
Holiday stuffing is best for dinner
or as a verb, best for stockings.
So I have to intentionally slow down and be quiet so I can hear.

It sounds something like this:

"Joy to the world. The Lord is come.
 Let earth receive her King.
Let every heart prepare Him room...
He rules the world with truth and grace
and makes the nations prove 
the glories of his righteousness and wonders of His love..."

And then: "Come and behold him
born the King of angels...
Glory to God in the highest...
Jesus to Thee be all glory given.
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord."

May your Christmas be warmed
 by truly hearing the eternal truths in song 
throughout every road you travel!


Thursday, November 20, 2014

{thankfulness} under-armour cold gear, cold hands and candles

{intentional thankfulness}

I love this time of year.
 Snow often appears literally overnight
blanketing everything with a peaceful white dusting
to welcome an expected and welcoming warm golden sunrise. 
The children are giddy with anticipation of snow activities.
Candles, fireplaces and little fairy lights become well used
to warm the evenings and light up dark corners
and the sounds of holiday music is heard throughout our home.
And outside gets all dressed up for winter, too.
We painted our whole kitchen in chalkboard
a few years ago and I use the walls quite often 
to write lists, verses to remember, thinking processes
or just funny things that the kids say.
This morning, the kids helped to make a list called
about winter.
The list is quite long I am happy to say.
Sledding, hot cocoa, our advent calendar, stockings, hunting,
hockey games, basketball, Christmas light drives,
snow, secret Santa, turkey with stuffing, 
Grandma's corn casserole (not mine. just grandma's)  
making deer and goose jerky with Dad, white lights,
candles, fireplace, baking, giving, Christmas music, 
family gatherings, pine trees, snow angels 
and building a snowman, hot cider, warm soup...

I realize that my attitude and outlook about the coming 
inevitable sub zero frigid temperatures
is as real as the choice that I have 
physically before me right now.
I am sitting in front of a window and can feel the warm sun 
on my face and at the same time my fingers are freezing.
We haven't turned on our furnace yet and there are areas in our home that are nice and cozy with a space heater.  
There are also areas that remind you to wear 
your slippers and long johns!
I recently read an article written by an adult 
reflecting upon memories from childhood about the heart
 of their mother when it would snow.
She would look out the window and smile.
This mother's attitude left quite a positive impression
on their, now adult, child.
"She smiles at the future..." Proverbs, The Bible

What a good thing to teach.
Smiling at the future.
Smiling in gratefulness out the window
 seeing with the eye what is, 
hoping in the heart for what is yet to be
Looking ahead, shunning worry and fear, 
while embracing hope, joy and peace.
There is a prerequisite I believe:
That mother had to have trust in something much bigger 
that could go much farther than her physical eye could take her.
Faith, not sight.

'"In everything, give thanks."
"Really?" I would ask.
"Everything?" I asked in my mind as I would read that verse.
That sounded crazy.
Often impossible.
Ah.  Must be supernatural.

We may never understand the depth of the rewards
of being grateful.
It releases something within us and around us
that promotes joy, peace, contentment...

And just ask my family.
They will tell you I often fail in this, but I'm trying

Several years ago I wanted to fast,
to give up something that can get in the way
of physical, emotional and spiritual health.
As I was praying about what to give up: food, coffee, media, etc.
I had a thought.
"How about grumbling? Complaining? Discontentment?
Oh, don't get me wrong, it's not that I have
 a nature bent towards negativity.
It's just that I had a house full of busyness with normal 
loads and loads of laundry, lots of messes, chores,
an unemployed and thus unhappy husband, bills,
a dying mother and uncertainty all around me.
"Give thanks."
And a wise friend stated 
"Give thanks in every situation...
not for...
but in."
It is a truth that is simply profound.
I may never fully understand it
but I believe it.

Oh, and we finally broke down and turned on our furnace.
It was 9* the other night.
I'm grateful for heat...

Thanks for reading.
Have a thankful day!


Saturday, May 3, 2014

reduced to memory {on a stick}

{blogging, photograph files and a deadly yogurt drink}

What seems like a lifetime ago,
our youngest daughter was using my laptop
to play music so she and a friend could practice a routine.
Then came the news.
"Mom? Mom! I need a cleaning towel and the spray bleach!"
I thought it was just another spill 
or even a 'pet accident' on the carpet.
We had a houseful of company 
{I was distracted}
and so she went to work cleaning up unsaid mess...
After attempting to fix the mess of a thick gooey yogurt drink
that had emptied on the keyboard... 
we decided that we needed a professional goo remover
{the computer repair, tech guy}
Weeks later, after sending hundreds of my photos, 
blogging tool and etsy listing device,  I mean my computer
 off to the hospital or to that techy guy,
my husband walked in the front door with a little
stick.  I mean little.
That's it? Gone? ugh.

So I now have a new, yogurt free, photo storage device,
 blogging and etsy listing tool, I mean laptop!

The photo above of my father's white horse 
is just one that I transferred from my instagram {photo file tool}.
I'm thinking that I should get to work and put that print 
on canvas to list in my etsy boutique. I think it's beautiful.

Other scenes from Dad's farm:

{Lily and Jake}

{Jake, Chloe's favorite}

{My husband and our youngest son enjoying guns and nature}

{My desk, a salvage from Dad's shed}


See you next time!
Hopefully it won't be so long. ;]


Saturday, September 28, 2013

Mud Pies and Tiaras

{my china cabinet}

Mud Pies and Tiaras

I have a good friend who said to me
"That picture.  That's it. that is who you are.
That is what to write about."

I love to tell stories,
not because I'm so important.
Or want to be narcissistic. 
But to be real and encourage others.

{To En Courage}

I'm fine tuning.

We'll see.

Happy weekend!


Saturday, July 13, 2013

a quote {in due season}

 I read a quote recently.



It was one of those "Yes, that's where I'm at summarized"
type of quotes that resonates with your thoughts and emotions 
and helps to reinforce, redirect and focus your will. 
 The words that you make into 
a wall hanging or make your screen saver.

{my newest screen saver}

There is always something or someone
telling me how to spend, yes spend time.
Time is a lot like money.
I can use it to invest wisely or I can waste.
I can spend it on me or I can give it away.
Depends on my priority grid, I guess.
I have heard "When are you gonna get a job?"
off and on for years from a couple of particular
well meaning individuals...
(may or may not be relatives)

I told my husband the other day that the next time
someone asks me that 
I think I may just punch them in the nose.
But I really can't do that.
I have had carpel tunnel like symptoms in my wrist
and hand so I might hurt myself...   ')
(disclaimer: for those who may not know me... 
I'm, kind of, kidding)

We all decide in our own lives, what's important.
We establish priorities based on what we value.
No right or wrong here.
Just different.

I am really not an expert on anything in particular,
but I do love to learn and then live with intention.
I found a little piece of information and wrote it down
inside the cover of my planner/calendar years ago
that has served to be helpful.
It goes like this:

Establishing Priorities/ Family Values
1.  Am I passionate about this?
2.  Does it fit my/our values?
3.  How will this affect my marriage? my children?

Only I can answer that for me.
Only you can answer that for you.
I love that!
I also love that this grid simplifies and clarifies
values and priorities,
 eliminating the lethargy of indecision, confusion and chaos. 
Or at least gives a beginner's road map to help navigate
a more peaceful and orderly life. 

Have a great weekend.


Thursday, June 13, 2013

Thoughts, Oatmeal and Grandpa...

Oatmeal and Grandpa

I spent this morning catching up on housework
that got a bit out of control 
from taking an afternoon away to the lake.
(but so worth it!)
All the kids, plus four friends, 
are volunteering this week at a friend's church
to be group leaders at Vacation Bible School.
So after dropping off a truck load of smiling kids
(well, most of them...the ones with their eyes open anyway)
and husband to their designated places of responsibility,
I came back home and got to work.

After I finished the massive mountain of dishes
I decided to take a breakfast break.
(I'm not a breakfast person)
"What sounds good?" I wondered.
With strawberries.
And almonds.
And maybe even a banana.

I always think of Grandpa when I eat oatmeal.

{photo taken with my I pad... After breakfast, actually, just for the visual. 
Sorry, no banana. I ate the last one
and the peel in the trash can didn't seem to...photogenic}

As I sat and ate my breakfast my thoughts settled on Grandpa.
And I thought of all the times he would feed me and my two older sisters and younger brother on our way to school.
Grandpa passed away two years ago.
Every one knew him a bit differently.
To four kids, he was Dad.
To Grandma he was Edward Charles, her husband of 70 + years.
To me, he was the one who called me Peanut
and gave me attention.
He gave me Oreos and black licorice, my buddy as a child.
And just like any other friend and family gathering,
whether wedding or funeral, 
stories were shared at Grandpa's funeral.
and I looked down at my bowl of oatmeal.
The strawberries were quite ripe when I added them
to the mixture of fruit and almonds.  
They were almost bitter, sort of like dehydrated fruit might taste.
And I thought of some of the stories that I heard 
at Grandpa's funeral.
Nothing to horribly terrible.
Just a bit obnoxious and surprising, to say the least...

{Overly ripe, almost tart and bitter strawberries}

We all see what we want to see in certain situations.
I needed a hero.
I looked for it in Grandpa.
We all remember what we choose to remember.
And then my thought turned towards how 
God sees us.
And how He forgets when we ask His forgiveness.
In fact, there is a sea named after this.
It's called the Sea of Forgetfulness.
He even spans the horizon with 'remembering no more'
in a statement when He says he forgives
as far as the east if from the west.

Like the bitterness of the almost dehydrating strawberries
in my oatmeal,
so can all my failures, mistakes and disappointments
season my perspective of myself or those around me.

My phone is ringing!
Kids are out of VBS!

A reminder to: 
Believe the best.
Seek forgiveness.
and Dream again.


Friday, April 19, 2013


junktique 427

 Hello everyone!
I have been away awhile...
My husband needed my laptop...
For about 5 months...
And my IPad doesn't work as well 
for some things... :|
So I have Instagramed... A lot.

Just an update:
I am opening an online store
featuring Revolution Style...
{just a new fancy marketing name 
that someone came up with
to describe what we have known as
shabby, vintage, treasure hunting, thrifting,
attending auctions and flea markets, etc.}

I am also reorganizing my much neglected blogs.
Happy spring!  
Or whatever season is upon you 
in your part of the world!

See you all soon!


Sunday, March 10, 2013

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

It's been awhile...

I'll be back soon.


quieting down {so I can hear}

{my spinning weather vane}

If this weather vane was symbolic
 of my time and attention
I think it might be spinning out of orbit by now.  
{don't judge me here, I really am trying}

And so for a moment,
 I purpose to sit still and quiet my heart.
I go to a quiet room.
I sit down and then...

Then the dog barks.
One of the kids wants a haircut.
The cat jumps on my lap and spills my coffee.
Another child {teenager} wants an energy drink
from the gas station down the street. "Please, Mom?" 
Deliver 'energy drink bad for you' speech 438th time.
Husband wants me to go work out with him at the gym. 
I need to pay 3 bills today.
Home school curriculum needs handed out for the week
and 4th grader needs her baton at school.
Oldest daughter wants to tell me all about her new job! {yay!}
I need to prepare a devotional for a group of young mom's...
 for tomorrow morning.
Then the to do list of errands pops into my swirling mind.
Then the dog is barking again.
I think I'm over the flu...?
It's church night, what's for dinner?
{I'm really not exaggerating}
Then as I sit at my quiet desk 
a family member comes into room, leans over my shoulder
and asks "Whatcha doin?" 
as they chomp on a mouth full of almonds.
{I really, really don't like eating sounds}

So I just smile...

I am not whining or trying to evoke sympathy.
Just keepin it real.
If any one reads this and is encouraged
mission accomplished.

My Planner
(hey, I have one)

Mom's quiet bench.

(I found this old post in a long list of drafts and thought I'd go ahead and publish)


Saturday, December 1, 2012

barn wood, white paint and a prayer

 { J O Y }

The weather 
was nice and warm the other day.
Perfect for getting outside to trim a few trees.
{Not because they needed it}
It's just that long bunches of fresh pine and spruce branches are 
perfectly enough
as decor, abundant in our yard and they are free! 
I planned on making the usual yearly arrangements 
for each of the 8 windows on the front of our house
when I got side tracked.
As I was cleaning off our wrap around porch
I noticed 2 large pieces of barn wood that I've had 
'just sitting' around waiting for the right inspiration...

"What can I do with those?" I wondered again.

"I love the wood but what should I do with it?"
{I had a wreath of pink berries hanging on them at the time-not so Christmasey}

Then I saw 
in my mind.

{All you impulsively creative types, you know exactly what I'm talking about}

Get out the white paint.
Then the red paint.
Forget the drop cloth!
Inspiration has hit!  Move fast!

  And I went to {creative} work.

I know.
These few pictures are a bit dark,
but if you look closely on the white shelves
you can see a horizontal sign:
in red letters.

Our family room has this corner 
where everything is a bit rustic 
and sort of woodsy.
I'm thinking that 
J O Y 
goes perfect there.

Actually, it goes perfectly everywhere...

"Joy to the World.
The Lord has come!
Let Earth receive her King..."

I love that song.

{It's almost a prayer. An admonition calling for a response}

I got out my collection of old hymnals
to find Joy To the World...

I put the hymnal in the tree 
just to take a picture...

I think I found a new but very old
favorite Christmas tree decoration, too.

The signs are listed for sale in my etsy boutique:

Have an inspired weekend!

J O Y to you!


{images thewhitechair}


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