Counting my Blessings, Naming them One by One

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I woke up today with a blessing in my heart! It was the beginning of the year in 1996. My doctor announced that I was going to have a baby, but I was also given the news that I had cervical cancer stage 3. I was given a choice. Do something now or wait till my baby girl was born and have surgery. I chose life, even though I may have lost my own. My church prayed for me. A little after Chelsea was born, I had the surgery. They were able to remove all the cancer…My baby girl turned 22 this year! So, yes I am doing like this song says, I am counting EVERY blessing, letting go and trusting when I cannot see! Hope the song blesses you. Take the time to NAME those blessings, one by one! Have a Happy Thanksgiving week!

Oh. Happy. Day…

“A happy heart is good medicine and a joyful mind causes healing, But a broken spirit dries up the bones.” Proverbs 17:22

‭‭If your weekend was as impressive as mine, and mood any where near the looks of the dog in this pic, you may be in need of an extra coffee or two, along with, the whole barrel of that good medicine! (Errr—laughter, not wine!😂) The tummy-jiggling—bowl-full-of-jelly—quivering sort– that resembles St. Nick’s, the night before Christmas. Now, I know what you just did–you had to recite a few lines from the book, didn’t you?–to get a visual?…(He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly)…hopefully, no thanks to me, you won’t get that stuck in your head for the day!…Anyways…

Some days feel a little akin to a Bad Hair Day, Terrible Taste-in-your Mouth Day–or even a “DO NOT like Green Eggs and Ham” kind of Day. (Who wouldn’t like that? Right? 🤢) Which reminds me of the great big giganmous ‘bottle of chuckles’ I forcefully swigged down this morning. (Confession is good for the soul, they say)

I woke up feeling fairly satisfactory. The daylight hours were going pretty well, in my peaceful, grape decor-themed kitchen. Until I just had to go and and mess it all up! A sight that burns my biscuits, (and my eyes) every single time I forget and glance over that way! Displayed atop the microwave is the ‘wonderful find’ my sweet hubby purchased and brought in over the weekend. (pushing my lovely vase to the back, I might add) Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful that he so lovingly thought of me, as he snatched that sale right up, quicker than a catfish swallowing a worm! Everyone knows you gotta get it while it’s on sale! I can still see his innocent, glowing face as he informed me of the good news. “Look what I found on sale, honey.”

I had a MOMENT!!!!—-You know the kind—where your face looks like you’ve been baptized in pickle juice…And for some reason, he clearly, and quite frankly, could NOT understand why I wasn’t as overjoyed as he, with this impressive and breath-taking piece of handiwork. Words were spoken–not the quiet kind. Wills clashed. Swords clanged. Sparks flew. And at the end of my ‘Pickle Juice Moment,’ I, formerly known as, Queen of my Grape-themed Kitchen, relinquished all power over to Sam-I-Am. I am pickled pink 😂, you might say, to announce that I am proud owner (at the moment) of a brightly lit, diner-worthy, BBQ sign. 🍽

Ohhh…That Sam-I-Am!!!! 😇

Would you like green eggs and ham?

I do not like them Sam-I-Am.

Would you like them in a house? Would you like them with a mouse?

I do not like them here or there. I do not like them anywhere. I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.

Say! In the dark? Here in the dark! Would you, could you, in the dark?

I do not Sam-I-Am. I—-“Wait a minute! Did you say in the dark???🤔🤔–Why yes, yes I COULD, Sam-I-Am. I think I COULD, after all, like green eggs and ham, HERE in the dark—–Yes! In my dark grape-decored-kitchen!—Just let me turn on that new, ‘Christmas-tree bright’ BBQ sign, you bought me, so we can see a little better,” I say with pickle puckered lips…..Oh. happy. day!

😂🤣😂🤣😇 😜

(❤️you Sam-I-Am😘🤗)

(Laughter really is good medicine! Smile so no one thinks you’ve been baptized in pickle juice, for real! 😆🤗)

Kindred Spirits

~🌻When two humans seem to automatically connect and feel like they have known each other forever~🌻

I don’t even remember the details of how we met, just that it was on a social network, something comparable to My Space.

I can recall thinking that she had beautiful auburn hair and blue eyes, but that is not what really drew me to her. There wasn’t a tangible reason, other than the fact, that I felt it was a God-thing.

And so embarked our friendship. She reminded me of me, when I first came to know God. I was hesitant and cautious as to whom I confided in, let alone a stranger; because I had been hurt before.

I asked questions. I was an outsider. I can imagine what she may have been thinking. Somehow, we got past all that, and it has been around 9 years that we have been kindred spirits. (Or has it been longer? 🤔🤔)

We moved our friendship over to Facebook, and have corresponded ever since. Now, for anyone who knows me, that was so unlike me, to reach out to a perfect stranger on a social network. (I taught my children never to do this, and I still don’t recommend it to children or teenagers, don’t get me wrong. 😬) The truth of the matter is, we live in a great big scary, unsafe, world!

When we know God is in it, we have to trust that God has bigger plans than we can imagine, throw our cautions to the wind, and let God have His way! I’m so glad I did! We have laughed together. Cried together. Shared together. Prayed together. She has become and truly is a kindred spirit/friend.

In writing this post, it is not my intention to embarrass or offend in any way! I hope she realizes this. 😇 I am simply giving honor to my friend. 👸

“Withhold not good from them to whom it is due, when it is in the power of thine hand to do it.”

Proverbs‬ ‭3:27‬ ‭KJV‬‬

I want the world to recognize and see how truly gorgeous she is, inside and out. She is strong. (Stronger than she realizes!) She is courageous and determined. She is a Prayer Warrior. She is kind, caring, giving, and full of God’s love. She is His hands and feet. She is a cancer-survivor. She has a powerful testimony! She is a Daughter of the King. She has worth and is very much loved by her Father, the King of Kings!

She is my friend. Loyal. A secret-keeper. The melody and harmony to my song! The one who encouraged me to write till the cows come home lol. She is the reason and inspiration for this blog. Without her, I would probably not have had the courage to jump off the cliff and just “do it,” for fear of failure and what others would think. She is all these things and more–She is a KINDRED SPIRIT!

“It’s better to have a partner than go it alone…And if one falls down, the other helps…

By yourself you’re unprotected. With a friend you can face the worst…”

‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭4:9-10, 12‬ ‭MSG‬‬

She is Debra Kay Jones 🐝

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