Well-Rounded Week

Wisdom

“Fear of the Lord is the foundation of wisdom. Knowledge of the Holy One results in good judgment.”

Proverbs 9:10

Wisdom isn’t doing what’s best for me. No longer do I worry about what “looks, feels, or imitates” what the world desires, but willfully desire only that which pleases the Lord.

My amazing principal, Pat, questioned my graduate degree major. “Why not go into leadership?” she asked. Teaching kids to read was my love, why would I change that? Being the center of attention or the “face” of a place is not what I wanted. Unwanted attention might seem fine when you feel unnoticed. But it can lead to unwise choices. Who has your attention? In what ways does wisdom guide you? Do you gain wisdom from following the law? Wise people will fail, just as the unwise. Then what. How do you create fellowship with your Heavenly Father? Wisdom warrants that you turn away from and close the door on anything that wraps you so tight in worldliness, that you can’t breathe the Spirit and be who God desires you to be. Run to what matters most!


Weird

“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone, whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”

Dr. Seuss

What makes you weird? Or are you trying to wedge in the cracks of the world, so you don’t stand out? Why do I watch documentaries and dream of traveling the world? Why do I desire the comfort of watching Little House, The Waltons, and westerns? Why do I crave the smell of honeysuckle, coffee, bacon, cinnamon rolls, and an old church or schoolhouse? Why do I yearn for the great outdoors? Why do I count things? Why is it important that I begin each day by reading the WORD, books of the wise, and talking to my Heavenly Papa? If your weirdness helps you love God and others, stay WEIRD. I love being a weirdo.

“Be weird. Be random. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.”

C.S. Lewis

Stay weird (unless it’s against the law) 😉.


Wacky

Yesterday it was 80 degrees. This morning, it felt like an icy rag slapped my face with a 10-degree windchill! Wacky weather everywhere!

It’s just a thought, I know it’s wacky! But I heard if you eat less and move more, you might lose weight. I’ve learned that if I save more and spend less, I can be more generous! Even wackier is the fact smiling might make someone else smile! Checking on a neighbor or calling a friend might even lift your spirits. Showing kindness might even produce a great return…, it’s wacky and weird how it all works.


Wonderful

“Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.”

Abraham Lincoln

Springfield, MO was listed 80th on a list of the happiest cities in America (in the Community and Environment category). It ranked 165th in the Emotional and Well-Being category. You might like the article and survey below! Weird.

What makes life wonderful for you? Pets? Money? Kids? Job? Being able to show generosity, pay bills, and have food on my table does help my emotional well-being. In a more, more, more society, would having MORE money make me happier? I doubt it. Weird.

The interpreter worked her magic as the kids TRIED to sit still. Excitedly, they each wanted to share–and of course, pet Finley! The room is quiet to most of them. To half, it’s complete silence. Hands and hearts of love lead and teach them. My heart was full and happy. It was a WONDERFUL visit.

Two adorable self-tattooed boys asked to pet Finley. Their mom laughed and shared about their artistic talents. I giggled. Two young gals commented on my “Faith Can Move Mountains” shirt. Derek, Pat (I’m mentioning 2 Pats in a post!), and Kailyn from Ozark made my day as we visited about old names, similar names, the Finley River, life, and cancer. Brelyn walked by, wearing a beautiful smile, clasping her Bible. “What did you learn today?” I asked. She shared the wisdom in Ephesians, about being from St. Louis, and that she’s a junior at Missouri State University (my alma mater!). I shared Paul’s letter to the Galatians (where I’m at in my whole WORD study). We shared smiles and a hug. A precious man in a wheelchair struggled when asking questions about Finley. To some, these encounters might seem weird. My walk was MORE than wonderful.

My problems are first world. Today I have air in my lungs, a roof over my head (with heat), and food in my refrigerator. My body might ache, and I might wish for different circumstances. Worry? It’s a waste. I need wisdom, weird, wacky, and wonderful for the WIN!

In a world looking down, I want to look up. It’s weird. Are you willing to be weird?

May wisdom, the weird and wacky, and the wonderful create a wonderful Wednesday-and week!💕


Have you heard of NET, yet? 🦓

At times, my mind is boggled with new learning. Due to its uniqueness, NET cancer is multilayered (symptoms, primary tumor site, treatment options, etc…we are all zebras). We have six new members in our Wednesday support group. Without this group, I would not be where I am today. Recently, I participated in a case study with other NET patients regarding the P.R.R.T. radiation treatment for neuroendocrine cancer. Tomorrow I’ll receive a different treatment and a new bone injection. But first, a blood draw and a visit with my oncologist. Bridging the communication gaps between caregivers and doctors is challenging. Daily tasks and responsibilities take more time than usual. To resume writing, I’m creating office hours and a new schedule. Two days writing and editing, a day with my support group and outreach. One day reading and doing home responsibilities, and my favorite, a day in nature and/or connecting with friends. Each day I’m dedicating time to writing in my journal and movement (and “snapping” my “kids” and grandkids!). Future appointments and a trip to Maryland are in the books. All things take time. I’m so grateful to God for TIME.

Thank you to my family for being a constant source of support. Thank you, friends, for your understanding, prayers, and encouragement. 💛

Do you have wins in the books? What’s wise, weird, wacky, and wonderful to you?

Have faith💚 YOU ARE LOVED.


Andy’s Custard for the WIN for FINN! For me, it tasted good going down…but…lol

I love you all to the moon and back!

Pics (with permissions granted)-K.L. Hale

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Full Circle

Feeling over the moon I packed my bags again. Two weekend getaways in a row? How dare I think they’d only happen once in a blue moon. Shooting for the moon is a stellar goal! Two years ago I didn’t think I’d be howling at any moon, anytime soon.

Many moons ago a man walked our Earth his Father created. He was totally man, totally God. He hung the moon.

Saying “I love you to the moon and back” to family makes me think of the “over the moon” love that God has for US.

Once in a blue moon, I get disheartened. Then, love and logic lasso my heart and brain. To those who can no longer dream, promise, howl, or even love to the moon and back—I pray for you. You’re in my heart. I speak the name of the moon hanger over you.

Imagine Jesus saying, “I love you to the moon and back!” He means it! What he offers is more than the moon 🌙 What does he want? For us to love him to the moon and back with all our heart! Oh, and love others, too!

And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them.

1 John 4:16

An antique desk invited me to…WRITE! Thank you Keith and Melinda for making me feel at “home”.

Tears flooded my face as we parked. Finn gave me a look—she KNEW. It was a full circle moment. Stone county was home for 15 years and this community, 11 years. This cottage will forever be home in my heart.

Karla’s Cottage, owned by my dear friends/former neighbors, is the perfect place to enjoy before another treatment. Peace and tranquility, combined with exceptionally unique decor, create a flawless faith-filled environment. Even with an achy back, low reserve, and other physical things you can’t “see”, I’m STILL on cloud nine. Dinner with friends, an upcoming good ol’ Ozarks’ shindig with bluegrass, gospel, comedy and more…laughter, love, friendship, music, …my heart is as full as the moon (without any fear of a total eclipse—let’s wait until April for that ;-).

I’ve come full circle. The road ahead will be bumpy at times. This cancer doesn’t “go away”. The bones are responding to treatment (some being stubborn) and a few pesky lymph nodes will need attention. I’m winning! A few days ago I walked my trail thinking of full circles, full moon, and the circular scan I’d soon experience for the upteenth time. “God, you not only created the planets, stars, light, darkness, oceans, animals, and us silly humans, you’ve offered us the moon. I want to lasso it for others.Thank you for bringing me full circle.” As Earth spins, some spin out of their own orbits. The miracles and magic of our world may not be felt or seen because of health, losses (loved ones, health, or finances), anxiety, depression, disease, or even imprisonment in an unbroken circle of criticism or crankiness. I’m blessed beyond the moon. I don’t know why I’m here still while others lose battles. My pain won’t be wasted. Not one second will be taken for granted. For no one is guaranteed another hour, day, or full moon.

Let’s shoot for the moon!

If you were told you only had one full moon left, what would bring you full circle? Do you know you are loved to the moon and back?

Have faith 💚

Surreal
Do you see the craters?

“As I take man’s last step from the surface, back home for some time to come — but we believe not too long into the future — I’d like to just say what I believe history will record: that America’s challenge of today has forged man’s destiny of tomorrow. And, as we leave the Moon at Taurus–Littrow, we leave as we came and, God willing, as we shall return, with peace and hope for all mankind.”  

Eugene Cernan-Apollo 17 commander
My peek through the limbs!
Pics by K.L. Hale-dedicated to Gary Fulz, fellow photographer and lover of nature, his JOY-filled daughter who never wastes her pain, and his precious wife and family.
One of MANY amazing notes! If you visit the Branson, MO area, check out Karla’s Cottage—Keith and Melinda will take great care of you! 💛

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Love and Ashes

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A season of love and sacrifice—40 days to 365 days—love still wins.

For he knows how weak we are; he remembers we are only dust. Our days on earth are like grass; like wildflowers, we bloom and die. The wind blows, and we are gone—as though we had never been here. But the love of the Lord remains forever who those who fear him…”—Psalms 103:16-17)

All go to one place. All are from the dust, and to dust all return.”—Ecclesiastes 3:20

Jesus said to him,”I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”—John 14:6

I had heard of you by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees you; therefore I despise myself, and repent in dust and ashes.” —Job 42:5-6

Get rid of the old “yeast” by removing this wicked person from among you. Then you will will be like a fresh batch of dough made without yeast, which is what you really are. Christ, our Passover Lamb, has been sacrificed for us. So let us celebrate the festival, not with the old bread of wickedness and evil, but with the new bread of sincerity and truth.”—1 Corinthians 5:7-8


Have faith 💕

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Stay True to your Roots, Part II

Softened pain and a soothed spirit suited my celebration. The Farmer’s Market was the perfect stomping ground for a rejoiceful return to my “roots”. Seeing a former student and my children’s book illustrator, Gage, was the “full circle” I sought. Without him, Faith and Finley Tour Missouri, wouldn’t exist. A hug, hello, and a handful of his Missouri Artheaped my heart with hope!

Barefoot and strumming, a fabulous magician sang about the “Ozark’s Grounds”. My soul took solace. Memories of family, childhood, the river, travel, and this current “bend” in the water rushed my mind.

Feeling rooted, thankful tears trailed my cheeks as I hiked to my car.

It seemed fitting to “plant” myself at Roots Coffee shop. It was seventh heaven as I sowed my Savior’s sonshine. Music and the chatter of coffee connoisseurs chimed in with my cheerfulness.

Weary, with wonderstruck, I thought, “I’m grounded. It is well with my soul.”

Stay true to your roots.

Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.

Colossians 2:7

Have faith 💚


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