Ironing Not Required or The Me I Long To Be

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I stand before twenty-two of my husband’s  button down, collared shirts this morning and am considering taking on a task I have long avoided. As a self-confessed domestically challenged diva I wholeheartedly embrace reality. But reality is, I love my man, and certainly want to be a blessing…maybe even do the thing I despise most. After toilet bowl scouring, spider killing, cooking, dusting, floor washing…oh hey, wait…the list is too long. Stay with me-back to ironing.

You could say,  ironing and me go together like…oil and vinegar.

BUT, as  one who believes old dogs can learn new  tricks and miracles still happen, I will share with you this  post about my domestically challenged life and how God is still working on me in this area, on the OTHER side of fifty.

 

Hope you enjoy this little re-post from 2014…and the invitation at the end.

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Anemic Soul

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This poem still resonates.

Sometimes social media news feeds can leave one feeling starved for sustenance. I am tired of the messages I see lately all over the internet. It brought to mind this poem I wrote a few years back. I struggle to find my voice and discern my own thoughts with the continual pouring out of opinions experienced on any given day.

I give you my offering for the days I have felt like running away from it all, including the sound bites I create in my mind in response to all of it.

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