This is going to be a test.
I am having issues with my blog site and the current way it is posting my writing, so I am asking my readers, IF you receive this, please let me know.
It is quite frustrating, and I am not sure what to do with this new problem.
There is a lot I would like to write about, but I need to know if it is going anywhere other than an unknown cyberspace.
THIS will be a test. Thank you
Our little girl turns one.
Our great grandbaby is almost walking now and soon she will be the center of attention in a circle of people, and she won’t know why.
The party is mostly for mom and dad, and grandma and grandpas.
Little one will love it. She most likely will try her first taste of something sweet.
An Aunt is making cupcakes. Mommy reserved a part setting so people can come and mingle without being crowded.
We will take our trailer and go to the park when it’s time.
It really is a blessing to have these experiences and to be here for her.
I am excited. When I was going through my cancer recovery, I prayed that I could meet a great grandbaby.
AND here we both are, in this moment in time. Together.
I can’t show many pictures as my face book page was hacked, and I won’t go through that again.
But I will brag that she is the most amazing and cutest little person we have ever met.
We will be in the area for a few days then pack up and leave for home.
Our neighbor is watching out for the house and cats.
I am excited. Can you tell?
Little one waddles like a little penguin. She is brave when walking and so close to letting go.
It is a busy time for young parents. They have a lot to look forward to.
I do realize I am older now and my energy is not up to what a young mom would have.
It is ok. I can’t enjoy her and hold her while I am sitting down if she will let me.
Did I say she is a very busy little one?
She will be surrounded by so many who care for her.
She is BLESSED as we are to be with her.
Every moment I can be with her and see her joy and see her sweetness.
I will be there.
Our little one turns one.
And We will sing Happy Birthday and clap.
And I will probably shed a tear or two.
Our little one turns one.
To be a realist: you tend to be very emotional and extremely levelheaded.
No matter the situation you always are able to look at facts in order to make things run smoothly.
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I have had this in my phone for a long time because for most of my life I have had to look at facts and truth and be emotionally strong.
I also feel I am levelheaded in many areas for me to press forward and move on in my life.
To be a realist?
Yes, I feel it fits me on many levels.
Where I got this quote is a mystery. IT is not mine, but I am sharing it today.
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My dad once said, “you can’t finish if you never start it.”
This is very true, and I have tried to make this work with my writing.
If I don’t take the time to start, to think, to process the words and the meanings
what will I finish and how will it end?
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I took a test to see what career ‘you’ were actually meant for: It said YOU are a writer:
You have an unmatched skill for creating vast worlds both through facts and pure imagination.
Your mind is full of creativity, artistry, and expression.
Your heart gracefully guides your hands as you work to bring what is truly your spirit to life,
You were truly meant to guide the world with your words.
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Now I don’t think I was meant to guide the world with my words, but I can share words of encouragement,
I can let others work through their words and their process and encourage them.
I am always happy to see others succeed and I appreciate the time it takes to do it well.
Am I a realist?
I am not sure, but I can’t be fake, and I can’t be over judgmental, and I just don’t have it within me to argue or fight.
Maybe I am a realist. I see the world with discerning eyes and sometimes it hurts and saddens me greatly.
To be a realist: you tend to be very emotional and extremely levelheaded with a logical mind. 
Today the 24th is a very special day for our family,
Our first grand daughter was born, and we became grandparents.
She was expected to arrive in July but mom had health issues that were too serious to ignore.
Faith Elizabeth came into our lives weighing only 2 pounds 11 ounces. Seventeen inches long.
Tiny and a bundle of intensity.
We were in love the moment we saw her.
I remember the trips up to the hospital where the NICU rooms were.
You let them know you are there to see ‘your’ baby.
Then you wash your hands and be sure you were very clean upon entering the room.
Tiny little fighters lay in the incubators with warming units and oxygen and buzzers and bells.
It really is a place of miracles and also a place of sorrow.
Hopes that were once high and excited rest inside this room of healing.
I am in awe of the work that these nurses and doctors do with the tiniest ones.
Faith had to have an IV in her head where the vein is easier to find on one so small.
I happened to be there when they were removing it and she was so mad screaming and carrying on.
They pulled her hair and that made her mad and they held her still and that made her mad.
Grandma was in tears because it hurt my heart to see her upset.
Her stay there was only three weeks and then she came home.
Weighing only 3 pounds 9 ounces and one of the tiniest babies to go home.
She was strong and amazing and a precious miracle.
Today, 26 years ago we celebrate who she is and who God made her to be.
Happy Birthday Faith Elizabeth.
We love you and always pray that your life will be a testimony of God’s protective love.
Today the 24th is a very special day for our family.  ( The three sisters a few years ago. Yes, Faith and the twins.)
Years ago, when I entered into a season of therapy.
I was given at some point in the process of group time or maybe a gift from someone, a basket of words.
They are heart shaped and etched into the pottery stone.
The basket is broken.
Symbolic of what was to come in the days ahead of my ‘healing journey’.
I don’t remember if it always was that way but for me now
it represents the fragile and broken spirit I had when entering into the season of healing.
In the recovery group we were instructed to pick a word and then write about it in our journal books.
Giving voice to our ‘thoughts’ on paper so the feelings would not stay hidden deep inside ourselves.
For many survivors’ feelings stay hidden and silenced and the only way out of that season of silence is to move through it.
The only way out is through.
We were told that over and over.
The only way out is through.
You must move from the dark places inside to a lighter ‘healing place’ restoring your spirit and your broken wounded self-inside.
A broken leg cannot heal if one keeps walking on it, there must be a time for restoration and rest.
Then after a short time of ‘healing’ physical therapy begins so the bone can learn to accept the pressure.
Emotional healing is very much the same concept.
Restoring the broken wounded child and moving her into a strong voice of an adult.
A few nights ago, in the quiet of our room I woke up with the idea of writing the words as a blog post.
Each week one word would be written and focused on.
Exploring the meaning and the thoughts surrounding that word.
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When we are broken, we don’t see the potential for healing.
We only feel the brokenness deep inside ourselves.
(or we feel nothing at all)
We are not sure what to do with that internal mess.
so many times, those who enter into this journey go in with great resistance and fear because we don’t know or understand what it will look or feel like.
To find our voice and put words to it.
Our feelings get misunderstood and jumbled and we remain closed off from them because they feel foreign and new to us.
Those who have lived in difficult places or scenes cannot begin to believe when entering a season of healing that it won’t always feel ‘this way’.
A basket of words is a good tool to start when working with someone who is closed off and resistant.
Our group leaders were brilliant and caring and compassionate and wise, they were sensitive and gentle never pushing but always encouraging us to become stronger.
A basket of words is a good beginning
when the door to one’s heart and voice is closed.
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