Feed it Reese’s

In about a four hour time period last night, I got sick.  Again. 

My throat…it hurts.  A lot. 

I can hardly swallow (except for chocolate.  I have no trouble with Reese cups, as of yet…if it starts to slide down-hill from there, I’ll be sure to let you know.  )

As always, prayers, funny cards, and good humor appreciated during this every-so-trying season.  The mere cold.  What a people squasher.

And so, the viral season has begun.  One day on, three days off…one day on…(can somebody crank up the fire and get me a comfie blankie and a pillow, please?)  Oh, never mind, I just had a nap.  It didn’t work, for those of you jealous at work.  Now, I just have a headache (the swimmy, “don’t-move-your-head-or-head-may-just-slide-right-off-your-neck” kind.  I don’t like that kind.  I don’t really like anykind, but that kind…it makes a person naseated to move…especially when you’ve only eaten Reese’s cups, I dare say. 

I’m finished with that fine blogging now. 

Hey…go enjoy the slideshow again. 

I’m working on another one to use up all my pics so I can delete them off my hard-drive.  But, it didn’t go so quickly today.  Nothing is going so quickly today.  Except time.  I’ll go pick up my kids in  only three minutes.  (Today, I am not greatly anticipating “the pick-up”, as much as I love the little cherished, hungry, noise-makers from my womb.  Did I mention a head sliding off headache and can’t swallow-ness?  It’s really pretty pathetic.  Trust me.  If you say, “Oh, it’s a cold?”, I may be able to conjure up enough to spit, so take heed.  It just HAS to be worse than a cold.  {ouch}) 

So, what’s REALLY up with you today in this “thankful” season?  Comment or email.  I’ll commiserate.

Kudos to “Peace Isn’t a Place” by Ann V.

Ann from “Holy Experience of Listening” wrote this piece at “The Gathering” on The Sacred Everydayjournal.  It is a wonderful piece for parents to read, especially this time of year in the winter when all gets stagnant and pressing.

Peace Isn’t a Place talks about how to carry that peaceful feeling of “spiritual retreat” with you long after the “quiet time” has worn off.  I love this thought!  Check it out!

Blessings to All!  Walk on strong!

~Maggie

What Has Your Music?

Look at this quote (I think it applies to all of us): 

It paralyzed me. Living a life in constant limbo—waiting for the miracle you beg God daily for—keeps your focus so centered on yourself that you stop contributing to life. For me, I pushed thoughts of God to the back corners of my mind (except for the daily begging) and stopped caring about nearly everything except what my basal thermometer registered that morning or whether or not I’d remembered to take my Clomid. Joy is diminished, energy is sapped, and growth is hindered while you live that waiting game.

Someone once said, “Most of us go to our graves with our music still inside us.” Every woman has a purpose for her life. Every woman is here by God’s design, for a specific reason. She’s to be a blessing to others. She’s to share her gifts with the world. She’s to let God’s beauty shine through her. But the great tragedy of infertility is that it can so consume a woman that she ceases to live out her purpose. While waiting, life passes her by. She doesn’t sing. The world is robbed of her music—and that’s the greatest loss of all.  –Shannon Woodward, author of inconceivable:  finding peace in the midst of infertility

Link to an interview with this author and to her personal blog. 

So…I haven’t dealt with her “issue”, but the same challenge applies to me.  What things/issues most often try to steal your song?

 Okay, I’ll go first.  Me?  Um, thinking back to my last “ditches” I’ve gotten hung up in (and needed help from OTHERS to ever get OUT of!)

• Unforgiveness
• Real or Perceived Failures 
• Discouragement
• Fatigue
• Perceived Judgment from Others (deserved or not)
• Lack of Needed Balance-Priorities-Discipline

So, your turn!  Comment by clicking “comment” below,  or email!      

Sing Loud Today!  I wanna hear ya! (Yeah, even if I have to beg you to stop)!