Journey Out of Pink

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A Perplexing Situation

All week I've had pain in my right hand extending from my ring finger to my wrist. It hurt so badly, I thought I'd managed to fracture a bone. My hands are small and my bones tiny. I hadn't fallen or whacked it on anything, so I had no idea why it was hurting so. To remedy the situation, I pulled out an old wrist brace I'd saved in my medical equipment box. (It was from a time I'd fallen in a hole in the backyard and fractured my wrist.) Several days after wearing the brace, the pain got better. That helped me realize 2 things: 1. My bone was not broken 2.;There was a logical reason. Trying to figure out the cause was hard. I went over multiple factors, but I finally think I have the answer- my cell phone. My phone is big and heavy. I looked up the weight, 6.6 ounces. Add an Otter Box on top of it and I've probably been lifting 8 ounces a day repeatedly. My poor little bones were screaming out for relief. When I solved the problem, I decided to only pick up my

Heffalumps

We're weird. There. I said it. It's true, really. We are. We're old and our knees are wearing out. We can't do all the things we used to do when we were younger and that includes long, strenuous hikes. So we've settled. Instead of walking for hours and hours up and over mountainous terrain, we walk in a local cemetery. See, I told you we were weird! The cemetery is always peaceful, the paths are paved, and the steepest grade is about 5 percent. It's an low impact workout which we enjoy daily. As we pass by the various headstones, we take time to read their names and other information that may be engraved on their stones. We wonder about their lives. Many of the grave sites have trinkets placed on or around them. Most of them have flowers of some sort - most plastic. All of these are evidence of someone's love and concern. We learn a lot by observing the items. For example, a grave with many Tonka trucks spread around it tell us the deceased was a boy chil

The Gift of Encouragement

Today's been a rough day for multiple reasons. Not only have I been struggling with some health issues, I've also been second guessing myself on some recent decisions. It's also been an emotional day as I'm missing my brother. He went to be with the Lord 3 years ago today. Needless to say, Satan has taken advantage of my vulnerability. I'm well aware of his tactics. Over the past 60 years, I've learned my adversary quite well. But that doesn't make it any easier when my guard is down and my armor on the shelf. Normally, I'm in a good place. I know all the things to do and usually do them, but sometimes, I fall. I'm only human. It's during those times of weakness I could use a friend and more often than not, God always shows up by prompting one of them to reach out via call, text, or snail mail. Today was one such day. There are those that don't believe in God's perfect timing, but I do. I can't tell you how many times I've bee

Unrest

Do you feel it? I do. There's a stirring in my soul, a feeling of unrest that won't go away no matter what I do to try and quash it. It's been going on for several weeks now and I don't think it's related to all the political hullabaloo. I'm not one to watch all that junk, my husband is. No, it's something deeper. It's almost a spiritual stirring. I've been praying and asking God to reveal what the issue might be, but He hasn't. Maybe it's just adjusting to this new time in our lives or perhaps it's the uncertainty of the future, how I wish I knew. Getting older could be part of it or not being able to spend as much time with the kids or grand kids, or it could be a combination of all of it. I try to stay busy so I don't think about it. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. Most days I paint just for something to do and when I run out of canvases, I read. I have so many books, I could start my own library. The only thing

How Did 3 Years Go By So Fast?

In a few days, I'll be in a contemplative mood again as I remember my dear brother, Jimmy. It's hard to believe this year marks 3 since his passing. Where did the time go? I've always heard it said that the older you get, the faster time flies and I'm beginning to believe it. Since his death, I've tried hard not to forget him. The best way I can do that is to remember small things about him. That's another thing about getting old, you can remember things in the past much better than what you had for breakfast yesterday, so I'm thankful my memory bank is full. Today's memory focuses on something that brought my brother much joy -- fishing. Daddy taught my siblings and I how to fish when we were old enough to hold a pole. We'd visit Twin Brothers Lake or another one not far from the house. He took great joy in showing us how to slide the red and white bobber onto the line attached to the long cane pole and then, horror of horrors, he'd dump over

It Doesn't Pay to Be Old School

I'm a Boomer. I'm old school and proud of it, or at least I was. I like to do things the traditional way (or at least as much as possible), but boy...things sure have changed. I love to send cards and letters. I've done it since I was old enough to write. It gives me joy to send correspondence through the mail. Thankfully, my hand is still steady enough to write legibly and I have a stack of assorted cards. Normally, I also keep several books of postage stamps on hand, too. I like being prepared. The other day, my sister texted me. She let me know of the recent USPS postage hike and recommended I either stop writing letters or stock up on stamps before the price jump. I was thankful she informed me and made a quick run to the post office to purchase more stamps. There was no way I'd ever be able to stop sending cards and letters. Some of my children suggested I send text messages or emails instead. They said even Facebook messenger was a good option, but I love the