I spent some time working out in my yard this morning. The last couple of weeks have been quite busy and I haven’t given my plants much attention. I dead-headed some of my flowers. Pulled some weeds. Looked at areas of new growth and tried to figure out why some other things were struggling or dead. Harvested some tomatoes from my garden. Moved some pots around and cleaned off the deck and patio. Pretty routine maintenance. As I made my way around the yard, I began to think about what I wanted to plant next. A good gardener is always
Author: Laurel
Welcome! I am a wife, proud mama of two adult daughters, writer, teacher, and a follower of Jesus who finds joy in mentoring and encouraging others to live passionate lives full of hope and purpose. A graduate of Idaho State University, I currently teach music at a private elementary school. I also lead a bible study group for moms of all ages, in all seasons of life.
Come join me in simply embracing this amazing gift called life!
I was really sick yesterday. The stomach bug that has been running rampant throughout the school where I teach finally latched on to me and it. was. awful. Words cannot describe just how much I HATE to throw up! In the midst of my misery, I had the chorus of this little song that I had been singing with my students last week running through my head: Don’t forget to be, Don’t forget to be thankful. Thankful?!! I was NOT feeling thankful about anything that was happening to me. However, I have learned over the years that there is always
Today is the last day of the Write 31 Days challenge. It has definitely been a challenge for me this time. I was so excited about my topic back in August. However, by mid-September, I just wasn’t feeling it. To be completely honest, I didn’t want to write about living loved because I was having a really hard time living loved myself. This has been a difficult season of life for me and I just wasn’t feeling loved. Instead, I felt rejected. Abandoned. Forgotten. I tried to justify not participating as I had planned, but I couldn’t shake the feeling
I love to laugh. Out loud. Giggling is great, too, but I love a big, boisterous laugh. Sometimes I will even snort or cry while laughing. I am quite demonstrative. I laugh very easily- at corny jokes, silly stories, a half-way decent pun, at things that might be considered inappropriate. I can have quite a morbid sense of humor at times. Not everyone appreciates my dark humor, but it makes me very happy. When I think of laughter, I think of my childhood. My father had the best sense of humor! He was an amazing storyteller and his comedic timing