Simplistic Sanctuary

If these walls could talk, what would they say?
About bodies with bleeding hearts and hands.
Building a home of worship, soft like the Sycamore and their souls,
strong like their grit and gratitude.
Resilience rebounded.
Diligence demanded.
Fragrance of faith and the forest.
Lumber of love and frugal floors of forgiveness.
Simplicity alongside the stream.
As the wind embraces the leaves, the Spirit engulfs the believers.
If the trees could talk, what would they say?
Several sacrificed for this sanctuary.
Broken branches and hearts
Congregate with Christ by the creek.
Everyone is welcomed with open arms.


Traveling the backroads of my soul, some swervy, a few straight, headed to the heart of what matters most. Simplicity. Surrounded by nature, friends, and good music. Fellowship of food & faith. The sights, sounds, and smells of my therapy theme park. Who will gather to hear this kind of music when this generation is gone? It’s not everyone’s cup of coffee, but it puts a spring in my soul. Making new memories; cherishing the past. My resilience rebounded. Health, habits, and homes might change. My heart is fixed.

Sycamore Log Church, built in 1933-nestled in the hills with humility. A simplistic sanctuary stationed by Creation. The Acts of the Gathering meet weekly. Trees, trails, people, and a creek. The Spirit, love, and nature speak.

“Where the river flows everything will live.”

Ezekiel 47:9
“We are in an age of religious complexity. The simplicity which is in Christ is rarely found among us. In its stead are programs, methods, organizations, and a world of nervous activities which occupy time and attention but can never satisfy the longing of the heart.” A.W. Tozer
Sunset over the Ozarks-K.L. Hale

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Dirt, Digestion, and Decisions

All that mattered was the dirt and a few toys. With happy tears, my mind drifted to two decades ago – little boys, few toys, dirt, gravel, nature, and a camper. Slipping further back, I fell into a trance of simpler times. Grandma’s garden, rivers and floating, dirt on a field, and face-to-face visits. Digging up dirt didn’t apply to judgment, daily scrolling, and comparisons. Staying grounded keeps me growing.

Little toes they only know,
The simple joys as they grow.
Digging dirt and catching bugs,
Growing minds accepting hugs.

Tears of joy run down my face,
Feeling the peace in this space.
Oh, what a beautiful stage and age,
Time moves fast and turns the page.

Hold on to moments in the dirt,
Life’s not easy, you’ll experience hurt.
Grow in kindness and accept the love.
From family, friends, and up above.
K.L. Hale

Instead of digging up dirt on someone or something that doesn’t help us grow, can we remember the simple things that we should know? Kindness, forgiveness, and times to play, instead of comparing, miscommunicating, and pushing others away? The dings, the noise, and all the distractions hijack us from our main attractions.


Do you allow others to fill your plate on things in which you can’t relate? Does forced congestion stop your digestion?

I have always believed that a good laugh was good for both the mental and physical digestion.

Abraham Lincoln

Friends, how’s your digestion? There’s much to digest these days! The things most easy for my system are family celebrations, visits, and special times. Holidays, events, and day-to-day… add doctor’s visits it’s just my way. Each morning I begin my day in quiet time with my Heavenly Father. Without this time my digestion would struggle more. Too much of a worldly diet creates a blockage. And if you suffer in any way, literally or spiritually, you know exactly what I mean.

To my diet, I added laughter and a celebration of another year! My twin and I shared laughs and memories. Yesterday I celebrated differently. It was time to ground myself again. In a world where I’d rather not have attention, be like any leaf on a tree, I escaped to my happy place. A quarter of a mile was mud, fallen limbs, thick brush, and a tight trail. There were obstacles to maneuver. Like a limb on my head, this thought hit me, “The obstacles I’m climbing in my day-to-day have been practiced for years. My walks have shortened, but I’m prepared for this marathon.”

My dear friend Martha shared something that I’ll not forget, “We mourn ourselves because we are also the things we love and the things we do.” She shared many other words of wisdom including, “Pangs of nostalgia, the recognition of permanent changes in our lives as a result of something we could never control or choose, are hard. They are (I think) emblematic of a heartbreak we don’t want to look at because there’s no point and we have to live in our present moment, but they are still here.” I’m still digesting these beautiful words. I have decisions to make.


Have you heard of NET, yet?🦓

Last Wednesday during ZOOM time, with my friends from the LACNETS virtual support group, I sat astonished by this amazing group of humans (just like you, the reader!). Samuel swims in a beautiful lake, Susan tends to her amazing garden, Brent helped a historical magnificent church organ, Margo sculpts the angelic faces of Alzheimer’s patients, Ashley woodturns and helps Veterans, Neil has bonding time with his son and sports, Denny loves photography in nature, Cindy supports and attends semipro women’s soccer games, Cynthia “roars” as she did as a H.S. mascot in ’74, Judy brings FB hope to others, Beth makes quilts for her grandkids, Nora introduced us to her daughter at college, Jan was traveling to see her astronaut brother who has set a record for NASA https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry_L._Ross#:~:text=Ross,-Article%20Talk&text=Jerry%20Lynn%20Ross%20(born%20January,with%20Franklin%20Chang%2DDiaz)., Dorinda knits for gratitude, Vera uses finger puppets for the grandkids on FB Portal, Richard grows roses and has beautiful African baskets called “wishing baskets” from their visits there, Brenda has a graduate and a future student of the U of A (Roll Tide), Heather makes photo books, Betty has led an active life in Minnesota and her two sons bring much joy (and one living with her now), and Lisa’s dog enjoyed the snow and she stays active leading our weekly group and supporting her husband, with NET cancer. This group inspires me. 💕 lacnets.org

Last week’s blood draw revealed the good news that my blood is headed in the right direction. They’re not perfect, but I celebrate growth! I have decisions to make. I’ve asked several, “What would you do?” It’s quality of life over quantity. Do I continue knowing how much worse it might get? Is 3 out of 4 enough to stabilize and slow down progression without causing another secondary cancer in the blood?

Dirt, digestion, and decisions. I’ll keep myself grounded. I’ll digest the good things and not stuff myself with stigma. The best decision I can make is to take one hour at a time, one day at a time. I decided many years ago to follow WHO holds my tomorrow. What have you decided?

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Wordless Wednesday

Thankful Thursday

At what age does one learn thankfulness? Just as we try to model and teach empathy (that’s a WHOLE other topic) how often do we stop and recognize that which we have-not what is missing. A friend and I were visiting about counting blessings. How do you begin? Intention is required. It might require something to knock you off your feet, pull the rug out from under you, or turn over your apple cart. Even worse than a jarring moment, it might take a severe loss in your life. Haven’t we all been there?

The last few days collected some tears. I thought a LOT about freedom on the 4th of July. In my normal fashion I started researching our nation’s history. The anthem and its writer, Francis Scott Key, became a focus. For each line of the anthem I thought of its application today. The highs and the lows in history, of our country and our own lives, can either leave you feeling thankful or bitter. I have the freedom to choose. Simply, what do you choose?

As my twin approaches her birthday tomorrow I type with gratitude. Another year. Another day. Another hour. Another minute. Life is not the same. However, my dreams are unchanged. I STILL long to live a quieter life of writing and volunteering–to work for a cause and hide behind the scenes to propel and promote others–to better my health and actively pursue the goodness of people and nature-to provide time to my family (I AM supposed to be taking care of THEM!)-to complete another little book and visit students-and the most important, to make memories with my kids and grandkids. God, you’ve always proved faithful. You will always get the glory. I am thankful.

Every tear I shed will be wiped with wisdom. Rejoicing will be my rebound.

With intention, attention, and ACTION I will show thankfulness and gratitude to every person that has impacted my life. Using intention, attention, and action I will take responsibility for my freedom. My freedom may seem limited to only things that might make a small home sparkle or a little dog comfortable and happy. My freedom may seem limited because I’m not visiting family and friends. My freedom may seem limited because I’m not on a trail or at a park. My freedom may seem limited–but it’s not. It’s simply different. There’s no limit in showing kindness, patience, or gratitude. My thankfulness is limitless.


UPDATE-“Have You Heard of NETs Yet?”

Have I told you all how thankful I am for each of you? I’m on day 7 of my 2nd round of Chemotherapy. Ding, ding, ding! There’s my alarm! For a few days I felt very lousy. Didn’t K.L. Hale state last year to “allow the the pain to propel and promote my persistence”? Specifically, my glucose levels are an issue. More testing will hopefully result in a plan of management. There are many appointments (I’m enjoying my rides with my Momma, family, and friends-I’m grateful for them). In the past I could balance reading, writing, and doing other tasks. I’ve always been intentional and paced. This is different. I’m not always certain how my body will react. I miss reading blogs on a regular basis. At this exact moment I am beginning to feel fatigued (and the 108 heat index makes me THANKFUL for air conditioning-let’s stop and say a prayer for those who don’t have air conditioning or even a home…so sad!). Cancer impacts 1 out of 3 of us. You, or a family member or friend, have experienced what I’m talking about–I know you understand. My twin and I have completed much research on neuroendocrine cancer. I’ve joined an internet support group. I’m learning so much about others across the country that are LIVING with this disease. Through the Neuroendocrine Research Foundation, I have found stories that have touched my heart. Each link uncovers a new discovery. There are over 35 resources in my toolbox now. I’m surrounding myself with peace, rest, and good nutrition (and TONS of family pictures and meaningful memories). I FEEL cradled in the Good Shepherd’s arms. Living with intention, in the moment, is a full-time job–actually, it’s paid me back more than I deserve. Thank you for the prayers as I navigate my new life. How can I pray for you? I see you. I know you. I understand. I hope today, tomorrow, and each day after, you speak your thankfulness to a loved one here or THE ONE that loves you more than anyone-no matter what. 💛

“In everything give thanks.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18

Have faith 💛