Keeping it Real...Welcome! No matter how you found this, God knew you'd be here today. May you absorb the message He has for you. In 2011 I shared through my writing, today I've learned there is more to me than just writing. I have the energy and passion to share with others. Sometimes through Facebook live and others with my blog and most importantly, I've learned my passion to cook and bake is a vessel to share my writing and live presentations, while glorifying God in the process. I just needed to let go, and follow His lead.
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1/13/2012
A blessed Snow Day in Oswego CountyI hit the snooze until 6 a.m. this morning in hopes of a snow-delay. I checked the morning news, nothing. Disappointed and exhausted I shuffle to my daughter’s room to turn on her light and wake her up. Similar emotions are muffled from under her covers. Five more minutes and she is up and starting the morning routine. Once dressed and in the midst of packing her lunch the news scrolls our school is on a one-hour delay! WooHoo! Delight and some frustration are shared. In less than fifteen minutes my daughter opens the door to let the dogs out and is greeted with darting snowflakes and what felt like freezing rain. Confused she yells to me, “Mom, why are we going school?” I look towards the door and can’t believe my eyes. The dogs can’t wait to get outside and play in the snow and my daughter, asks one more question – “Mom, where is your camera?” All I could do was smile. A future photographer, blogger, and writer in training for sure. ![]() Daylight only confuses us more. We transitioned from green and brown to nothing but white for as far as we could see in less than half an hour. Eventually the scroll read, “Mexico – CLOSED”. With this I announce, “If you need me today, I’m in my writer’s cottage.” My vacationing husband and snow-day daughter both chuckle and say, “See you later.” And so the day started. ![]() I opened the curtains and blinds so I could watch the snow fall while I worked. It was so beautiful. I enjoyed a couple hours in prayer and the Word, time not often available on Monday – Friday mornings. I set up my office table (aka – bed) with my organized piles, checked my “to-do-lists”, and went to work. Even with the coffee refills and snow-watching breaks, I accomplished a lot today. ![]() I opened the curtains and blinds so I could watch the snow fall while I worked. It was so beautiful. I enjoyed a couple hours in prayer and the Word, time not often available on Monday – Friday mornings. I set up my office table (aka – bed) with my organized piles, checked my “to-do-lists”, and went to work. Even with the coffee refills and snow-watching breaks, I accomplished a lot today. I even finished reading “The Help” too! ![]() My husband prepared breakfast, my daughter blessed us with a creative lunch, and ventured from the cottage to prepare supper. The office table is half-full now, with only a few things to “put away”. Notes, Scripture, and research materials for my upcoming speaking engagements is organized and ready for a few solid days as writer and speaker. I love my job as a teacher’s assistant yet as I pray, prepare, and write for Him my heart flutters and there is such peace. I could be a full-time author and speaker for Him and love it. For now though, it is my part-time blessing and hope. I pray for the words and message God has for the audiences to read and listen to my message. It is in His hands, not mine. Thank goodness. |
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