Day Book 17

January 27, a Friday, Bucci Boys birthday ❤️


The first day of the rest of your life thing is highly overrated 😳 I mean things don’t really change,  especially if one is lacking the faith to step forward, or back, or basically to just get out of the way and let God lead….sigh

It is time to start moving, so as to produce some endorphins to break the grip the darkness has on my soul 😞

Now let’s find a blessing..hum

Honey and I had a delightful day at work together, even while doing taxes 🤓

Jesus loves me, this I know, yep, always a blessing is this one 😇😎

For God so loved the world, He gave His only begotten son, so that whosoever believes in Him, shall not perish, but have eternal live. Oh Yes!

❤️ Belinda



January 25th 2017

I will not tell you why, however it seems that today is a turning point, a fresh start, or some such thing.  Kind of like that trite saying, today is the first day of the rest of your life. I never understood it growing up, but I get it now, even if it still rubs me the wrong way with its cuteness.

Still, the big question is, what am I going to do about it. I mean, now that I am free of an unhealthy burden I should not have been carrying, am I going to just sit reveling in the buoyancy, or am I going to push off in a new direction?

It is not as simple as one might imagine. For you see, I have been trying, for quite a good while, to discern what it is in life that I really really want, and after many ponderings, examinings of this and that, and discarding of the impractical, all I have managed to come up with is that in all I do, I want to be right with God.

Golly gee willikers, am I toast. I couldn’t pick something easy, like water color, or cliff diving, no it had to be this…..impossible.

And then He reminds me.

“With men it is impossible, but not with God; for with God all things are possible.”

Sigh…so it seems that I will be reveling in the Lord and following His direction.

And then with great trepidation she says, Bring it on!



My God Reigns

img_1443Grrrr grumble groan, today has just not gone according to plan. That in and of itself is not such a bad thing, for the best laid plans should always be open to change. What was too much on top of everything else is to be battling the let’s hide under the bed and pretend other people don’t exist monster, which must have crawled inside my head a few nights ago while I was sleeping, and has been chanting its mantra of “Grrrrr grumble groan, please everyone leave me alone” ever since.

And this just won’t do, no! no! no! But the monster doesn’t care, he doesn’t want to fold the folding chair. He doesn’t want to go to town. He just wants to pout and frown and mumble, Grrrr grumble groan all day and night. What a fright!

Yep, I’m doomed, for those I reject in this temporary state of mind, often don’t understand, and why should they, when I do not myself.

Heavy Heavy Sigh……😞

But in the end, I know everything will be okay, because God has my back, and truly, that’s all anyone really needs. So thankfully, amidst all the chaos and noise, He has provided me an anchor, an over ruling doxology to play inside my head.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.




Crazy Hat Birthdays


I cannot take credit for the crazy hat idea, no it definitely wasn’t me. It all started with my sweet cousins family. She posted a photo of the outrageous hat they had found for birthdays, and we just ran with it.


For birthdays are pretty low key at my house, gifts are optional, but there are always a few, because something fitting to the receiver was found and saved for the day. Still, you do get to pick your meal and dessert of choice, but truly, it is the company and conversation we have together that makes the day special, and thus the crazy hats help to lighten the mood, and add to the fun.


Then so sweet, as I was flipping through my photo stream today,  I came across a crazy hat birthday where my cousin was in the states for a visit, and came to one of our birthday celebrations, how apt.


I also noticed that the ones who wear the craziest hats, are also the ones who don’t want their picture taken of course. 😉



❤️Blessings Belinda



The Further Adventures of Bat Bunny and Toasty the Cat that lived

I finally managed to get the artichokes in the ground, and thank goodness rabbits do not like them, for she has managed to eat most everything I have planted here. I was surprised to discover how much she likes the fallen leaves off the apricot tree, and I have given up on having strawberries here. As soon as it stops raining, I will go out and dig them up and put them in pots until I can get a raised planter built. Then I have decided to fill this space with flowers and such and let her have a feast. It is really quite delightful to watch her demolish them. Sometimes I like to imagine that she knows how much I enjoy watching her, because she will often come sit in the parkway way outside my kitchen window just when I am doing the dishes or such. How she manages to avoid getting captured eludes me.

Toasty is all grown up and as mischievous as only a cat can be. She, of all our animals, is spoiled rotten. What is it with cats which makes this seem only natural, perhaps it is their obvious appreciation of it….hum I wonder? Well anyway, she survived her youth, and my son’s vacation unscathed, so I became quite complacent regarding her still being around when my son comes home from school in June. Big mistake that was, my heart dropped when my daughter came in last week and told me Toasty had been hit by a car. So, many dollars later, and permission to be in the house, we now have a well Toasty again. She actually did not get hit by a car, she must have rubbed up against the underneath of one, and when she tried to clean off the grease it poisoned her. She is back to her old adventurous self again, but now I am going to worry until the boy comes home…..sigh


Rambling Day Book 16

Friday, January 13, 2017

I am stuck in bed, again…..heavy sigh 😕

I forgot, became complacent, and did a quick twist bend to rescue a wayward blueberry from the clutches of the dust monster who has taken up residence beneath my cookie table. Cookie table? Yes, cookie table.

You see, way back when, in a fit of self imposed pity, I went out and bought myself many of the desires of my heart, mistakenly thinking that they would somehow lift me out of my imagined poverty. When in actuality, all I managed to do is create myself a mountain of debt, which at its current interest rate, just might truly impoverish my retirement. Oh well, c’est la vie. I have since gone on to realize, that it was my spirit that was impoverished and needing restoration, not my belongings. Regardless, an expensive lesson it was, for sure and for certain.

Too much I know, but this a ramble, and could go anywhere. Like telling you about this exceptional piece of furniture with its hugely enormous butcher block surface, full of many many drawers to keep all the baking supplies in, and more than enough room for the beautiful commercial mixer my husband gave me one year, which I so did not appreciate at the time, for I was being a spoiled brat and wanted trees instead. The irony is that one of the results of being separated and independent is that I work too much to ever get to truly use it, or perhaps it is just that I have chosen yard work over cooking now that my husband is gone….humm, I wonder.

Yikes! I am so losing focus.

So anyway, here I am stuck in bed because of a disc injured in my youth. Usually I am quite mindful of its existence, and move carefully. However, with the forty two pounds I have lost so far, everything is aching less, thus I forgot about it, and considered the plight of that berry instead, so stupid.

At first, I thought perhaps it would be a minor twinge that would pass, but no, I am on to my second muscle relaxer and the end is not in sight. Of course, being me, I need to look for a bright side here, and I suppose it would have to be that at least I can still move enough to not need my walker to get to the restroom. Yep, that’s definitely a good thing.

In Christ, for now and evermore,

❤️ Belinda

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Ps 23:1-3