I’ve Got The Joy…

When I was a little girl, I remember singing that song, “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart.”  It was such a cheerful tune and lighted up my soul as I sang along with all my friends and we clapped our hands in the happiness of the moment.  Can you recall a time like that in your life, when your face hurt because you were smiling  so hard, but you just couldn’t stop?  Or has time erased some of what was once so easy to bring to mind?  It isn’t hard these days to lose sight of our inner child, the one who craves the simple sound of a song.  So here, I hope you’ll find a pocket full of joy to fill your day with just enough of that tune to see you through whatever is your need.  Stop for a moment.  Breathe deeply.  And soon, you may be singing of joy as well.

When A Break Forces A Break

Since I broke my back, I have been very sporadic in keeping with my blog posts, and I came to the realization that my situation has forced me to slow down and take a break, to quit worrying so much about what might be of interest to my readers, and start taking care of me, or there won’t be any of me left to give.
So, here I am. Taking a break. I still want to tell you about my grandchildren, but I need to get a photo of all of them, and then I need to get permission from their mother for me to use them. That’s still to come. And I have a couple of other ideas, but for now, I won’t be posting every day like I once was.
Instead, I am working on a couple of books! One will be an eBook, the first of a series of four, which is really why I started this blog! It’s titled A Pocketful of Faith. It’s a devotional with a twist. I go through the process of gaining faith by asking questions, placing my problems and heartaches before the Lord, and then I find the answer in the scriptures. So, each page is sort of upside down from the usual devotional, and I don’t preach to you. It will be about a 30 day devotional. And it will be followed by Hope, Love, and finally, Joy. (Each A Pocketful)
And that’s just one! I’m also working on my novel! And it’s come along nicely! So, taking a break isn’t really taking a break, I’m just slowing down on the blog posts. But I am still around!

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This is a photo we took Sunday after Church. This is the pond by where we live. I just love living here!
So, are you taking a break this summer? What are you doing to change things up in your life? Do you have any ideas that you would like me to write about?

A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day

Author Spotlight, James R. Campbell

maddmombetty:

I normally don’t have much to say regarding political stances, but this is so important that I feel the need to reblog this post, with permission. I think there are some real positive answers to some of our basic problems as a nation. And, hopefully, that will be more than a Pocketful of Joy.

Originally posted on wwannwrites:

The following is a guest post by my dear friend and fellow member of the Behind Our Eyes organization for writers with disabilities. I was granted permission to share this essay as a guest post with my readers and fellow bloggers. If you wish to comment on the material presented here, please feel free to do so. All I ask is that you be respectful of other readers, and no spam please.
Without further ado Please welcome James Campbell as my guest for today. His essay is as follows:

DEVISIONS AND THE CONSEQUENCE OF CHOICE
BY JAMES R. CAMPBELL
© July, 2015

On August 17, 2014, a black teen named Michael Brown was shot and killed by a police officer in Ferguson Missouri. The story made the national headlines, and violent protests and riots were the end result. We have seen the same thing happen since in other cities. The…

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A Pocketful of Memories

Anniversaries are a pretty big deal. And there are hallmark anniversaries, such as a 20 year mark, and we celebrate them with great joy.
But then there are days like today. This is the 20th anniversary of the death of my older son, James. And all I have are memories, and the loss of what could have been.
Grief is a peculiar thing. It hits you when you least expect it. And it’s interesting the reaction I get when I mention my pain. After all, it has been a long time. And people think I should be over it.
But how does one get over the loss of a child? You might as well have cut out my heart. In fact, that’s exactly what happened. And I am still picking up the pieces.
I do have my memories, however. And no one can take them away from me.
So, indulge me while I reminisce.
James was all about boyscouts and basketball. And music and track and debate. He played the french horn and would run anywhere from 10 to 20 miles per day when he was a long-distance runner for his high school track team. He was also on the debate team. I still have his trophies, and his french horn mouthpiece. When I touch it to my lips, it’s almost like a kiss, for his lips touched it, too.

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This photo was taken four and a half years before he died. He didn’t change much, except he was losing his hair. Poor kid.
He was only 21 when he died. I sometimes wonder what he might have become. He wanted to be an airline pilot. He loved the skies.
But now he flies higher than any plane could have taken him. He’s my angel. I’ve almost gotten used to it. Almost.
But I still miss you, James! And I will always love you.

What memories are you making with the ones you love today?

A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day

A Pocketful of Gratitude Into Eternity

Today is the 24th anniversary of the death of my son, Junior. He was killed by a drunk driver in a one-car crash.
He was just 14 when he died, but tonight I want to focus more on his life. He was so full of life.
His favorite color was black, and he was the only person I know of who was “invited” to join two different street gangs, and he turned both of them down. And they were ok with that! That’s how much of a diplomat he was.
But he hated school. He cut class 6 times in one quarter and 9 times in the next one… in KINDERGARTEN! I knew I was in trouble then, especially when he was found several times at the local park with one of his 5 girlfriends. I still have their names and phone numbers in his little kindergarten handwriting somewhere.
I know I am writing randomly, as my thoughts roam back through my memory, so I will close with the lyrics to a song I wrote just a year after Junior died, called:
      The Love of a Lifetime
The love of a lifetime
Was taken from me much too soon to bear
And all I have are memories of the child I hold so dear
And the love of a lifetime.
The love of a lifetime
Lived for only fourteen too-short years
And all the joys we once knew are now mingled with the tears
For the love of a lifetime.
Now I walk alone
My future isn’t clear
This pain within my heart will last
Through all my years
But the love of a lifetime
Was so precious to me
So full of life
And I’m glad I had the chance to spend
Those fourteen years
With the love of a lifetime.
And he left behind just enough love
To last my lifetime.

Please, don’t drink and drive.

A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day

A Pocketful of Gratitude

I turned 60 in May. And I am so grateful! Just a couple of years ago, I didn’t think I would live that long. Actually, last December, I didn’t know if I would make it. I have been so sick. But my Heavenly Father has allowed me to live long enough to see my 60th birthday! And I didn’t have to spend it in the hospital or in rehab, either! I’m so happy!

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This was taken on my 60th birthday, just before some dear friends took hubby and me to Chili’s for lunch! (Notice what my shirt says!)
I have so much for which to be grateful. My next blog will be about those grandkids my shirt alludes to.
For what have you to be grateful?

A Pocketful of Joy Just Enough to Fill Your Day

And It Happened Again–Tears of Joy

Hi everybody! I know it’s been awhile, but there have been a lot of things happening in my life. First of all, I turned 60 on the 12th of May! The great thing about that is that I spent it at home!

wpid-img_20150512_124109.jpgSo, what do you think? Not bad for 60, don’t you think? Especially since this was taken just prior to yet another procedure on my back for another break! I guess my bones are fragile. They seem to crumble! But I’m seeing an occupational and a physical therapist, and a nurse and a home health aide come to help me, as well. So I’m getting better if it kills me!

I hope that your day is filled with tears of joy, for being home, for being healthy, for being alive! I know mine is! I have such gratitude for all of you who have kept me in your thoughts and prayers. You’re the best! And I hope to be posting more, now that I’m home and relatively well. I will keep you posted as to how things go with my health and such. It might make a good blog series!

A Pocketful Of Joy To Fill Your Day

 

I’m Still Here…A Pocketful of Joy

I’m just checking in to let you know I’m still around… Still working hard in rehab, so I can go home when my back is strong enough.

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I have my books beside me and I write and visit with my hubby and friends, so I don’t get too bored, but I would rather be home.

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I have to put this one in for the grandkids!
So not much else going on around here. If I can think of anything of interest, I’ll post it.
Just a Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day.