Scripture Sunday, September 30, 2018

Sing unto the Lord; for he hath done excellent things: this is known in all the earth.

Cry out and shout, thou inhabitant of Zion: for great is the Holy One of Israel in the midst of thee.

Isaiah 12:5-6

What scriptures are you pondering this Sunday?

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Wellness Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Lentil barley stew with potatoes, carrots, onion, broccoli, and snow peas in veggie broth and seasoned with onion powder, garlic powder, turmeric, freshly cracked black pepper and herbes de provence.

That’s what’s for dinner! Delish!

What healthy things are you choosing to do on this Wellness Wednesday?

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Wellness Wednesday, September 24, 2018

Since yesterday was her 65th birthday, with her permission, I thought I’d share with you a few of my memories of my sister Sally.

I love this picture of her with her children. Kelli and Tony are standing, and Jan, Sally, and Becky are seated.

When we were little, Sally and I used to make up all kinds of skits that we would practice and then perform for our family. They were always centered around a dancer and a klutz, because she was graceful, and well, I was a klutz. (I still am!) They were just silly little things, but we had fun doing them.

When Junior died, I had family members calling me and saying, “Betty Jean, come home.” I knew they meant the best for me, and it was really hard to help someone who lived 2800 miles away. But Sally called and just cried with me. She was also the only member of the family from Florida who was able to come to the funeral. She is who taught me it was ok to be angry. To feel my feelings.

I’m grateful for the special bond we have, despite our totally opposite political views. We’re still sisters. And I love her more than there are words to express.

What memories are you cherishing today?

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Wellness Wednesday, September 19, 2018

I almost forgot! I’ve been thinking all day that it was Tuesday!

I don’t really have much to share except that I’m finally writing that book. And I’m focusing on how Heavenly Father helped me climb out of the depths after the deaths of my boys.

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I’ve actually had about 6 books on my mind, and my ADHD has kept me so distracted, I’ll start, and quickly move to another idea. But this time I have my outline, intro, and I’m about halfway done with my first chapter.

Outlines are lifesavers!

As a health update, my doctor is sending me to a hematologist. My iron levels keep dropping despite the meds.

But I’m not giving up yet! I have a book to get written!

I’ll keep you posted on both my health journey and my book.

What are you doing to get/stay healthy today?

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Memories Monday, September 17, 2018

Had he lived, Junior would have been 42 years old today. He was the jokester in the family. He could get his own way with just a look or a smile, at the consternation of his brother.

When he was just a little over a year old, he was at his dad’s house where he broke his leg. I never really learned the circumstances, but he spent the next 34 days in the hospital. In traction. They talked of putting him in a body cast but never did.

When I first saw him, he was as cheerful and mischievous as ever. I didn’t notice at the time, but the weight was on the floor. The nurse ran in saying, “No! No! You can’t have the weight on the floor! That’s what gives you traction!”

She pulled him back up, reset everything, and as soon as she was leaving, he was already scooting himself back down. This happened several times before they decided to tie him to the bed. They wrapped sheeting up under his shoulders and around his body to keep him from moving down.

Then he started to roll over. Same scenario with the nurse. They readjusted him once again, and then he started getting up and walking around the crib! Once again they readjusted him so he couldn’t get up, roll over, or scoot down.

But they had glass bottles because it was the only substance that could be sterilized. He would take a drink or two and grab it by the nipple and wait. If he caught the nurse’s eye, he would flip it out from between the bars and watch her dive for it. It always hit the ground and shattered before they could get to it.

And he would giggle so hard. They finally took the bottle away from him.

But with Junior, it was always a learning curve. He wasn’t difficult except in his mischievous ways (and later, when he began running away from home to avoid the consequences of not going to school) and the fact that he never slept through the night…always woke up every hour.

But I am proud to be his mother. He taught me unconditional love.

Happy birthday in Heaven, my son. I miss you!

Love,

Mom

What memories are you cherishing today?

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