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.

Photos and Memories: A Pocketful of Joy

I was thinking the other day about the memories we make, and how many go without any documentation at all. We don’t write about the things that are relevant in our lives; we don’t even mention those things that are dearest to our hearts.
We spend our time making friends on Facebook, or pinning the next recipe from Pinterest. Not that there is anything inherently wrong with those things, but shouldn’t there be a balance?


Perhaps we could get out and take some photos of the world around us. Make some memories. Track the memories we’re making! Share them with the world!


Cultivate a new hobby. Grow a garden. Plant some plants. Don’t water the weeds.


Seek out your history. Do your genealogy. Find your name.

There is so much out there to capture. So much can be found in the lens of a camera. Don’t let your memories get lost. Let them bring you joy.

What can you do to make sure your memories will last and bring you joy?

A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day

Writing Can Be Hard

Hi everyone! Hope your summer is enjoyable! I know some of you have children who are already back in school while others are getting ready to enter those hallowed halls soon. It’s hard to believe it’s already August!
I have been working on several projects, and I decided last night to focus on just one. Because writing is hard work!
I was literally in tears and ready to throw in the towel after just 498 words. Really. But I am doing what every writer does.
Tonight, I write again.
What do you do, when you feel like giving up?

A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day

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!


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


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:

© 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.


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