The Grass Is Green Enough

I've never been a runner. Ever. Once this girl gets above a brisk walk, she can't breathe, her legs feel like jello, and she feels like she wants to die. Don's the jogger in the family. He even ran a marathon back in 2000 (at age 46). So impressive! I've always felt like if I could walk, then I was doing pretty well. But here's the deal. I'm getting rather fat. It takes all of two minutes for me to go from my Weight Watchers goal weight to 10 lbs over that weight! What gives? I just had a health check for a new life insurance policy on November 1st. That was six weeks ago, and I've put on 5 lbs since then. Thanksgiving. Christmas goodies. Wine. Lots of wine. The Christmas season is so stressful! Ugh! So, this weekend I decided I'm going to become a runner. I want those endorphins everyone talks about. I want to experience a "runners high" - whatever that is. I want the cellulite to melt off my thighs. And to be able to zip my pants wit

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning (Psalm 130:5-6) As 2016 comes to a close, I am amazed at how God answers prayer. He is so faithful. We asked for guidance in finding our next home, and God lead us to Lincoln. It took three houses - and three offers - before the right one came along. Ironically (or God-ronically) it happened on my 54th birthday! We saw the house, prayed about it with our realtor, immediately put in an offer, and the offer was accepted. Praise Jesus! Everything just fell into place. We put everything in storage for three weeks, stayed with Jackie and Dane, then moved into our new house on October 18th. Whirlwind is putting it mildly. As for the house, it's a perfect fit for us. It's got the open floor plan we wanted. It has a small patio (with waterfall), and it's near a duck park/nature area. The neighborhood is lovely. After a li

In May 2015, I wrote about my desire to move from our current residence - the house we've been in for the past 17 years. The kids have been raised and are all living on their own. The nest is empty. Ironically, just three months after my post, one bounced back for 10 months. Thankfully, he's back on his feet again. This was the desire of my heart a year and a half ago: "My prayer is that by next spring, we can sell the house and buy a small condo instead. Perhaps when we pack and sort through all our stuff, we can dump half the crap we don't need. One can only hope." God's timing is perfect. Always. No matter how bleak things seem, there is ALWAYS hope. Spring 2016 came and went. I'll admit, it was not a happy-go-lucky season by any stretch of the imagination. Nevertheless, God was working. Things were happening according to His plan. After Father's Day, we started doing some massive cleaning and packing so that we could put the house on the market.