Category Archives: Musings of a blonde brain

How deep the Father’s love <3

Last weekend, both of the older grandsons had soccer tournaments in the area. Since their daddy was working and it was pouring off and on both days, we helped with whoever was not kicking a ball around puddles at any given moment. 

The result was that they were at our house most of the weekend and would often articulate as we gathered around the table to eat that they wished their dad could be there. 

On Sunday we were finishing up our last meal together and Zach happened to call. The boys were excused by then, so as Rachel visited with him clearing up any questions and details about the day, Caroline sat next to her mom saying (as most children do when a parent is on the phone), “I want to tell my daddy something!” .. on a loop. 

Zach was still at work, so Rachel asked if he had a minute to hear what Caroline wanted to tell him. He must have said yes, because she flipped to speaker and he greeted her. 

Having waited patiently she burst out with her urgent message, “Daddy, I picked some dandelions.”

There was just the briefest pause as this dad, who is at work and probably kind of busy with that, took in this piece of information and then he responded with how that was so nice and he bet they were pretty and he wished he could see them. She told him she planned to bring them home and he said he was looking forward to that and they said good-bye. 

Rachel and I just laughed.

We thought she had some urgent message for him or a question. We didn’t expect her to want to tell her dad about the half dozen wilted dandelions with barely a stem left on any of them after she harvested them from the yard. They were currently floating in a small custard cup and far past their beauty and prime. 

But they mattered to her.

And because they mattered to her, they mattered to her dad.

Your Father is like that, you know. 

He delights in you telling Him the littlest joys, the greatest sorrows, the most perplexing questions, the deepest cries, the silliest laughs. 

Talk to Him. 

He is not too busy to hear what is on your mind and heart. 

Blessings my friends. 

You are loved. 

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Some Wednesday Randomness because it’s been a while

First off, I miss this peony bush terribly. It didn’t make it through one of the rough winters a few years ago and the bare spot makes me sad so we may need to fix that this year and try planting a new one.

Meanwhile we are waiting for the brief, but glorious Iris blooms to come along…sigh…spring.

Do you say “PEE-o’knee” or “pee-OH-knee” or … the totally enigmatic pronunciation that we encountered here in Central Illinois …”PIE-knee?”


That took way longer to type out than I anticipated…we may have to forsake a random or two in the interest of time.

Second, I met Emily Thomas at my first Declare Conference several years ago. She is hilarious and sweet and slightly sarcastic, but in a good and playful way.

She has a podcast “Mom Struggling Well” that has added some other hostesses recently.

They discuss a variety of topics related to the life of moms and homes and such these days and I highly recommend it.

Here is the website link to get you headed in the right direction: or you can find her on Instagram under … of all things “momstrugglingwell”

Recently she had a post on Instagram that hit home with me as a tool we all could use.

She was referencing something she and her husband use when a topic is still hot and maybe too close to the surface to discuss rationally.

I think we all can relate – sometimes our feelings are too raw and we start in with dialogue that isn’t filtered.

Whether with a spouse, child, co-worker, dear friend…whatever…and the ensuing conversation ends up causing even more damage.

So she and her husband use a phrase…”ope…too fresh”

I have actually been applying this to my own thoughts as I sometimes try to sort through something that has happened.

In certain situations, stewing over an offense or upset or trigger comment can cause me to go into a tailspin of negative thinking.

A quick reminder that the initial injury may be too recent to be thought through in a calm and reasonable way is beneficial.

Giving myself time to let it settle a little by simply reminding myself…ope, too fresh…makes me smile and gives me needed space to process later with some rest and healthy distance.
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Last of all, yesterday a dear friend posted a picture of her robin’s eggs on front porch. Two blue and one mottled brown and white.

It reminded me of this post I wrote last year and when I read it, it hit home with me again so I am linking that post here:

We have been dealing with a lot of heavy things. Some people more than others, but when one in the Body is hurting, we all hurt.

I am praying for your souls to find rest in God today.

Peace out and I will see you tomorrow <3

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A little time away changes our perspective

Hey and happy Friday!

This past week, Russ and I had the opportunity to get away to the beauty that is the Lake of the Ozarks.

Russ found a nice one bedroom portion of a home overlooking the lake that could be rented for two people and it was ideal for us. 

The owner had stocked the kitchen and fridge with all the necessities and then more.

Plenty of dishes, glasses, baking and cooking utensils and vessels. There was a drawer filled with spices, staples in cabinets and fridge. Even plenty of ice already made and more trays waiting to be emptied. Our living room and eating area were roomy with lots of seating options and we had a washer and dryer. The deck offered multiple choices for seating and eating. 

It was just easy to live there.


We had what we needed and were able to rest and relax. We really only went out for our lunch and dinner groceries each day and for long walks and a hike and Russ snuck in a round of golf while I drove the cart and read as he puttered around the course. 

And I got to wondering why it was so much simpler to live here than at home. 

It occurred to me that we were enjoying the provision of our gracious (though granted, well paid) hosts. They were lending us this beautiful place to stay and we didn’t have the ties to old memories, keepsakes, nor the ties to maintenance and monitoring of all of our “junk.”

As I pondered this one morning, I wondered if I could determine in my heart to view our own home in a kind VRBO way.

Because God has really just given us this place on earth to live for a while.

The “stuff” shouldn’t be a burden, it should be useful and functional so that we don’t spend far too much time taking care of things and miss out on living with purpose for Him each day. 

Some day we will close the door on it for the last time and leave it for someone else, and maybe if I lived like it wasn’t ours all along but just on loan from God, I might view it all differently. Maybe I would steward it with less overthinking and more joy.

Will need to ponder that for a while, but so far it is making me want to travel lighter and more responsibly….hope that attitude continues <3 

Blessings! Have a great weekend!

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