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Dream Big

Do you dream about being a writer?

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Than write at least 15 minutes a day.

This was some of the best advice I got at a Writer’s conference I attended.

Find out what it is you really want to do in life, and then invest a small amount of your day doing it.

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Discover what you dream about most and set you coordinates toward the horizon of your destiny.


Setting your coordinates means speaking life into them.

Speak positively about where you’re heading.

It also means being persistent and don’t give up.

Watch videos about inspirational people who do extraordinary things, just one step at a time, until they reach their goal.

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Surround yourself with a team of people who believe in you and have some expertise in where your going.

Allow yourself setbacks without giving up totally.

The setbacks can sometimes be the best learning experiences.


Know who you are, and have confidence in the very specific and unique way God designed you.

There are millions of writer’s out there, but only one you that thinks and writes specifically the way you do.

Dream Big and then live big!

I am putting my $ where my ) is. Since I was little I dreamed of going to England some day. I have always felt “London Calling” me. (Even my mini cooper is decked out with British flags 🙂 Last Sunday at church they asked for volunteers to go to Reading, England on a missions trip. They said that this area is opening up to the Gospel, and needing Missionaries and a team to help. They are setting up an inspirational film making studio and looking for people who are able to help in media. I was blown away, since I had only heard of impoverished parts of the world asking for missionaries. So my husband and I have signed up and starting to save the $. This will  be an opportunity my heart can’t afford to miss.

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What about you?

What’s in your heart to pursue?



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The Heart of Life




It was just me and my sister-in-law sitting at one of Flagstaff’s favorite breakfast spots. My only objective in taking her out this morning, was to hopefully lift her spirit.


God loves us       As I sat across from one of the most stunningly beautiful woman in all of Arizona, with a heart as big as the Grand Canyon, and a hole in it as large as it gaping cavity, I felt overwhelmed. You see, her husband passed away eight weeks ago.

He was vibrant, healthy, and mountain bike riding when he suffered a massive heart attack. With the holidays over, I just wanted some time to spend listening to her in hopes of placing a seedling of encouragement before we parted ways. 

tornWhen she had asked about surviving the stages of grieving, I realized that unfortunately, I had become sort of an expert in the field. I had rattled off how after my mom died I couldn’t travel to Phoenix without bawling, but it gets better, and now we go vacationing all the time without any sorrow only good memories. Then trying to get closure after my dad past from the debilitating disease of Parkinson’s, or the restoration process that takes place after a rape, and then there’s walking into a room and seeing your spiritual son after his suicide success and his life’s failure.

girl in mirror This conversation rattled me and I left thinking,

how did my life’s story become such a tragedy? 

It wasn’t until later that night my husband and I went to see the movie, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, that I became inspired to change my life story.

                                                                                    I am declaring to anyone reading this,

that feels the same way I do;

wishing your life’s work would be stored somewhere between the romantic comedy and adventure section on heaven’s bookshelf,

that I am rewriting my lines.

In the movie Walter Mitty has worked for life magazine for at least a decade, but never had a life of his own. He only imagined what he wished it to be, until one day. . .

(I will let you watch the movie and see for yourselves ;).

The bible say’s, “Life and death are in the power of the tongue,” and “Our tongues are like a rudder of a ship. Such a small muscle can turn the course of your life’s direction.”  So I choose to change my speech from trauma specialist to LIFE adventurer.

I want to see beauty and splendor while tackling another mountain of challenge. I choose to see the good and splendor instead of dwelling on the dark and lonely times.

Don’t get me wrong, those scars we all carry from the chapters in our life when we thought all hope was gone, are signs of courage. You came out the other side and lived to tell about it. That is a happily ever after in itself.

                                               Life is too short not to live it.

The motto they continually showed throughout the movie was supposedly Life magazine’s motto, “To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life.” 

But while looking it up I found the original Life magazine’s motto,

While there’s Life, there’s hope.”


  life  Is there anything keeping you from running your own life? If so make a comment and I also encourage you to read some of my followers blogs as well.  I got to read about a mom who has raised “disabled” children and transform them into amazingly CAPABLE adults, or my web-friend who journals through a life of clinical depression that turns my gloomy days into hope.

Maybe Blogs are the new Life magazine;   “To see behind walls draw us closer.”


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Encapsulated Beauty

er37B (2)There is a particular flower that represents each beautiful person God has graced this world with.

I would like to award Helen Keller with this vibrant crimson Poppy. I believe these encapsulated blossoms represent  her undying voice.

I had the privilege of listening to some passages from her book: Helen Keller, The Story Of My Life.

Her words were so uplifting, poetic, and coated with praise and thankfulness, that I felt almost ashamed of my own frailties. 

When she finally divulged what life was like for her  apart from her positive attitude, she described herself as living in a grey dull drizzle near a gate she could not enter. On the other side of the gate was color, laughter, conversations, and music.

This vibrant woman, experienced more color, laughter, conversations, and music internally from her soul, because this frozen barrier like the encapsulated ice around the flowers, only pushed Helen to strive farther in her knowledge and understanding to communicate such a sweet fragrance of revelations.

May her quotes  allow you to carry the same appreciation for life and learning that can eventually change our world into a field of inspiration.

 “One can never content to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.”       

“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”  
“For, after all, every one who wishes to gain true knowledge must climb the Hill Difficulty alone, and since there is no royal road to the summit, I must zigzag it in my own way. I slip back many times, I fall, I stand still, I run against the edge of hidden obstacles, I lose my temper and find it again and keep it better, I trudge on, I gain a little, I feel encouraged, I get more eager and climb higher and begin to see the widening horizon. Every struggle is a victory. One more effort and I reach the luminous cloud, the blue depths of the sky, the uplands of my desire.”  
“Knowledge is love and light and vision.”    
“I began my studies with eagerness. Before me I saw a new world opening in beauty and light, and I felt within me the capacity to know all things. In the wonderland of Mind I should be as free as another [with sight and hearing]. Its people, scenery, manners, joys, and tragedies should be living tangible interpreters of the real world. The lecture halls seemed filled with the spirit of the great and wise, and I thought the professors were the embodiment of wisdom… But I soon discovered that college was not quite the romantic lyceum I had imagined. Many of the dreams that had delighted my young inexperience became beautifully less and “faded into the light of common day.” Gradually I began to find that there were disadvantages in going to college. The one I felt and still feel most is lack of time. I used to have time to think, to reflect, my mind and I. We would sit together of an evening and listen to the inner melodies of the spirit, which one hears only in leisure moments when the words of some loved poet touch a deep, sweet chord in the soul that until then had been silent. But in college there is no time to commune with one’s thoughts. One goes to college to learn, it seems, not to think. When one enters the portals of learning, one leaves the dearest pleasures – solitude, books and imagination – outside with the whispering pines. I suppose I ought to find some comfort in the thought that I am laying up treasures for future enjoyment, but I am improvident enough to prefer present joy to hoarding riches against a rainy day.”  
“I wonder what becomes of lost opportunities? Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.”  
“One painful duty fulfilled makes the next plainer and easier.”  
“Trying to write is very much like trying to put a Chinese puzzle together. We have a pattern in mind which we wish to work out in words; but the words will not fit the spaces, or, if they do, they will not match the design. ”  
“…our enjoyment of the great works of literature depends more upon the depth of our sympathy than upon our understanding.”  
“Great poetry needs no interpreter other than a responsive heart.”  
“I do not mean to object to a thorough knowledge of the famous works we read. I object only to the interminable comments and bewildering criticisms that teach but one thing: there are as many opinions as there are men.”  
“Knowledge is power.” Rather, knowledge is happiness, because to have knowledge – broad, deep knowledge – is to know true ends from false, and lofty things from low. To know the thoughts and deeds that have marked man’s progress is to feel the great heart-throbs of humanity through the centuries; and if one does not feel in these pulsations a heavenward striving, one must indeed be deaf to the harmonies of life.” 
    “It was my teacher’s genius, her quick sympathy, her loving tact which made the first years of my education so beautiful. It was because she seized the right moment to impart knowledge that made it so pleasant and acceptable to me. She realized that a child’s mind is like a shallow brook which ripples and dances merrily over the stony course of its education and reflects here a flower, there a bush, yonder a fleecy cloud; and she attempted to guide my mind on its way, knowing that like a brook it should be fed by mountain streams and hidden springs, until it broadened out into a deep river, capable of reflecting in its placid surface, billowy hills, the luminous shadows of trees and the blue heavens, as well as the sweet face of a little flower. Any teacher can take a child to the classroom, but not every teacher can make him learn. He will not work joyously unless he feels that liberty is his, whether he is busy or at rest; he must feel the flush of victory and the heart-sinking of disappointment before he takes with a will the tasks distasteful to him and resolves to dance his way bravely through a dull routine of textbooks. My teacher is so near to me that I scarcely think of myself apart from her. How much of my delight in all beautiful things is innate, and how much is due to her influence, I can never tell. I feel that her being is inseparable from my own, and that the footsteps of my life are in hers. All the best of me belongs to her–there is not a talent, or an aspiration or a joy in me that has not been awakened by her loving touch.”  
“It is so pleasant to learn about new things. Every day I find how little I know, but I do not feel discouraged since God has given me an eternity in which to learn more.”  
“They took away what should have been my eyes (but I remembered Milton’s Paradise). They took away what should have been my ears, (Beethoven came and wiped away my tears) They took away what should have been my tongue, (but I had talked with god when I was young) He would not let them take away my soul, possessing that I still possess the whole.”  
“Do not think of todays failures, but of the success that may come tomorrow.”  
“In a word, literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book-friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness. The things I have learned and the things I have been taught seem of ridiculously little importance compared with their “large loves and heavenly charities.” 
“Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen? I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding-line, and had no way of knowing how near the harbour was. “Light! give me light!” was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.”
“I am conscious of a soul-sense that lifts me above the narrow, cramping circumstances of my life. My physical limitations are forgotten- my world lies upward, the length and the breadth and the sweep of the heavens are mine!”      
— Helen Keller

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January 13, 2013 · 10:27 pm

Up Close And Personal

Wednesday after school my youngest daughter drifted into the front seat and told me a boy committed suicide, and all the kids were crying. Leaning over I put my hand on hers and told her how sorry I am and was it someone she knew. Julie answered back, “no.” I then retreated back behind my emotionless curtain. Not intentionally, more out of hands that have been overworked and built up callouses through the years. Since my mom’s death from cancer in 2000 my son has battled with mental disorders such as depression and suicide; which has loomed over his life like a foreboding shadow. One year ago though,  he made a vow to never take his life, after watching me endure a broken heart.

Two years ago a 28 year old kid came into our lives needing a home away from home. His name was Patrick and He was a short fiery red head that reminded me of a leprechaun. He fought in the war and talked of getting married, being a bee keeper, and having his own farm some day. He called us mom and dad, as we talked for hours in the kitchen about life. He taught our youngest Julie self defense and gave her all his boxing equipment. He melded into our family like warm butter on fresh baked bread. Until last thanksgiving when he never showed up for dinner and I had found his body that weekend in his apartment. Suicide not only takes your own life, but also a part of the lives around you.

Now when Julie goes to school and hears the crying and sees the shock in everyone’s eyes over the frailness of life, the sorrow in her heart must reach out to the brokenness all around her for some sort of healing.

Yesterday morning while Julie and I were treasure hunting at garage sales together she said, ” I had the strangest dream. I dreamed Jesus had given me a tattoo on the inside of my wrist. It was His cross, and  on the cross instead of his body was a banner that read ‘Love never fails.’ And the crazy thing is my wrist is still tender like it was real.”

Fresh emotions began to pool behind my eyes as I explained to my daughter that the hurts she endured with Patrick’s death was still tender and being at school brought up that hurt, but Jesus wanted you to know the death He endured on the cross was out of His love for you, and when you feel the pain always remember What He did out of love will never fail you.

As I am reading over this right now my son has just woken up, he is singing and emptying the trash (without me asking him). My son has recently shared with me what a fantastic feeling it is when you look back on the darkest times in your life and even felt like God was not there to see what a lead role He really has played by protecting, forgiving and loving us through all of it.

I hope to inspire all of you this morning to remember no matter what you are going through

” His Love Never Fails.”




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