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I'm learning to trust the process of life lately. I have been working on my physical health while trying to balance that priority with serving Jehovah first. It has been difficult, too. I have made a couple of new friends in my local congregation. I have lost 6 lbs, and I plan to keep going. I have been doing water aerobics and swimming with the new friends I have made. We went to a new pool while our pool was getting worked on, drained, and cleaned. I recently injured my left knee and need to see an orthopedic about it. Hopefully, after an MRI and some physical therapy, I can return to the pool soon. I went to the Emergency Room, but they only gave me an X-ray and found that I had some arthritis in my left knee. Oh great. 37 years old and I'm already falling apart. However, I have had a couple of knee injuries, so that is not surprising. We also threw a surprise party for my sister in-law for her 30 years of full-time service. It was a big secret, and we did a good job getting...

I used to think that friendship surrounded by special events would last a long time. Like my friends, I made when I was engaged or even after I got married. However, those friendships came with a choice or a purpose. Not everyone who comes into your life stays; in fact, sometimes people just plant flowers in your life and leave. Of course, there are weed-like friends too. I am in no place to judge. I just wish to hold on to friendships that meant a lot to me.  I lost plenty of friendships over the years, and it wasn't because I didn't value them, but because we grew apart. There may be other reasons that are out of your hands, such as rumors. I know I've thought we've all been the target of such hurtful things. I remember all the friendships I had, even the ones as kid. I always struggled to make friends because of my introversion and weirdness. I wasn't normal, and that made others leery of being my friends. I was a free-spirited person and nerdy.  Looking back now...

  I haven't written on this blog for 6 years, yikes! I'm not sure who still reads, but I hope to reconnect with you all. The pandemic was something, wasn't it? Let's recap. The losses I have faced. I lost my dear grandparents (one to COVID-19 and my grandmother to cardiac arrest). I also lost my uncle Brian to COVID-19. It was a difficult time for my entire family, but Jehovah got us through it. Because our lives are on the brink of imperfection, I have been diagnosed with Manic Depression and type 2 Diabetes. My husband lost his older brother, Charles, leaving his wife Karen a widow. So much has happened, but we are still serving Jehovah faithfully, knowing that soon death will be gone and that there will be a resurrection of the righteous and unrighteous. (Rev 21:3,4;Acts 24:15) I packed on a lot of pounds during the pandemic, but lost nearly 100lbs and am still trying to lose more weight. I go swimming at the recreational center near my home with a dear sister from m...

Worry is the number silent killer among humanity today. Would you be surprised to know that closest relationship guilty of causing such worry is your family members? Worry-hogs, that watch the news all the time or people who look up bad things to talk about on a regular basis. This is not to say these things should be discussed but at what cost? How unfortunate are the many who think this way is beneficial for health, life and prosperity. Really, it's detrimental! Worry can raise your blood pressure, make you gain weight through higher cortisol levels. Some people have had strokes and heart attacks because of incessant worrying. In fact, unlike those who just do their best to get throughout the day, there are few worry-bodies who like to see how much worry they can handle before they meet their early grave. I am not one of them. I never let life worries get me down. However, this is not to say that I'm perfect because I'm not. There are days when life's anxieties drag ...

My attempt to get back in writing poetry thanks to some online pals. 😊 Slice, chop, dice. Slice, cut, mince. Tear-ree-ayki. Par-ma-sean. Every dish made with tender loving care, and its matching aroma in the air. It starts with a sizzle and ends with a sear. Cooking up a bolognese, I learn a lot in life now I do as I please. Trimming, basting, and glaze. Sauteing, frying and deglaze. Ground pepper dust tickles my nose. All spices know no ends. But when I pick up my chef knife, I tell ya, boy do I feel free again! Like me again! The harvest of produce and its splendor, Every fluttering note of merlot, riesling and moscato, The way the honey caramelizes and how the sauce coats the back of the spoon. In these moments, the patience displayed is high quality than most of my daily interactions. I feel the comfort and the stillness of my heart. There is no traction. It's a stark comparison from its wounds and its battered parts. The satisfaction is the row...

All praise and glory belongs to Jehovah God, who makes it rain over the righteous and the unrighteous. Our wonderful God and creator. Lately we have been dealing with where to move and Jehovah God has blessed us with somewhere to lay our heads. It truly showed me what I need to work on and patience. I told myself this year I would rely on Jehovah God more. I would fully trust Him to provide for us. I want to move forward as a spiritual person and not so much as a physical person.