The Enchanting Chaos

  One afternoon I was cleaning my house and when I clean the house, I plow at full force ahead and clean everything in sight because who knows when I'm going to have the courage to do it again!  While I washed the dishes my mind became very busy. I don't have a dishwasher and these dishes had sat in the sink and on the countertops for far too long. With a few suds sliding down into my sleeve I wiped my hand over my forehead and thought grumpily " who lets their house go this long without a proper clean up?" And then I started thinking about all the things I didn't have, like a dishwasher or an electric skillet, etc. I even shed a tear over the fact that my Christmas decorations seemed rather wimpy. I thought of those who have fancier homes and those who seem to be further along in life than I am.  Are you ever hard on yourself like I am with myself? I noticed the suds growing fainter in the  cold and stale water. Taking a moment, I grounded myself...

The Night I Told God I Hated Him  God has not forgotten about you. Believe it or not, He has the perfect plan for your life all wrapped up in the goodness that He is. Do you ever get frustrated, weary, or worn out with your circumstances? Do you ever fear that God is mad at you for having questions and doubts? God, He gets it. He gets us! Our tears and heartaches are not invisible to Him. He sees everything and hears everything. He is such a good, good, Father.  I want to share an intimate testimony from my past about a fear I had revolving around wondering if God was mad at me because of my lack of faith and trust. I felt abandoned. Nothing about life at that point made any sense, and I can't say things moving forward made any more sense either but I've grown to understand something very pivotal.  My dad suddenly passed away when I was 16. Those who know anything about me, know that my dad was my best friend. He was also all the things good dads oug...

  It's Time It's time to stop hurting Our own selves When we expect the door  To stay open for us For it to only Slam back in our faces.  Filling our vessel with anything  That is less than the whole  Becomes a thing of our yesterday's when we, Live for heaven And for our dreams. Accept what is  And accept ourselves, too Believe in the good And believe there is goodness still around. Do you ever wish someone could see Your soul laid bare? Or the blood splatters trickling downwards From the rogue arrow That riddled your heart? Do you wish they'd see what they're about to lose?  Open the gate to your heart And don't hold back because Fear will be your greatest enemy, When you let it take you for a prisoner In a war you didn't wager on When you let it eat away at the power Of grace and gentleness that you possess. Do you ever just want someone  To swoop in and save you  From the perils of life?  Strap you on their back and  Promise to ...

  Merry Christmas to All !     Well, it is that time of year again! Christmas letter exchanging time. I had the notion to skip out on this years letter but alas! I ended up finding the smallest dose of courage to mix something together. So as I write, it's basically the tedious baking process and hopefully this ties together at the end like a perfect meringue on a nice and tart lemon pie. Speaking of which, I do not like lemon pie. Anyway-- here goes nothing... Entering 2023 was a cinch. However, the year of hopeful prosperity didn't exactly obey my command and instead of flitzing through it I slowly dredged along. Friends gathered in my apartment there in little, Inman, Kansas and we celebrated the new year with games and party mix after a divine supper at Abuelo's in Wichita.  February brought an enjoyable trip to Florida over Valentine's Day or Galentine's Day, as it's written in my books. I flew into Tampa with my wonderful friend, Meredith, who ...

I was there in the solitude of the night. There in the laundry room at work. It was 5:30a.m. and I was doing my least favorite duty for such an hour. Folding cleaning rags. Boo. I've worked here in Idaho for nearly 7 months now and so it's no surprise that I feel like I have a personal relationship with EACH rag. I'm gonna be very blunt here but a lot of times while I'm folding rags I'm inwardly thumping my brain 🧠 and saying repeatedly how much I despise this task. Why can't I be at home in bed? Alarm clock set at 6 so I can hop out of bed and cook my Prince Charming pancakes and eggs before he dashes off into the morning to provide for me while I stay home and make it homey for all. 🙄 Or why can't I be on a 7 month excursion to South Eastern Asia, wining and dining? Or why can't I be an accomplished writer already on a book tour in Seattle where the coffee is always hot?  Do you ever just feel a little behind the mark? Or like me, flights...

‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭13:13‬ ‭NIV‬‬ [13] And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. 💜 ..."but the greatest of these is love." Hello, loves! How are you on this wonderful Wednesday? I've had the topic of love on my mind a lot lately. How we express it and perceive it. Perhaps, you've heard about the 5 love languages: Acts of Service, Gifts, Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, and Quality Time. My top two are gifts and quality time. What are yours? If you don't know check out the book on them! It's so good.  Love is such a meaningful part of life and we all need it. Love is more than just saying those 3 little words, I love you. Although that is an awesome way to express it and should be expressed often in my opinion. 😘 Oh, but there are vast amounts of ways to extend love to others!  "I left the light on for you." "Did you make it home safe?" "I brought you a coffee." A backrub...

Hello, good morning or good afternoon! Perhaps, good evening? Wherever this post finds you, I hope it finds you well. Today's post is really quite simple, just some poems I've conjured up in the night. Well, the first two are from tonight and the third one is an older one.  I realize my poetry style isn't for everyone but I am not for everybody either. I write what I know and what is on my heart. My style can tend to reflect the hard times and the grief but I hope it can reflect hope and life, too. I know that the writings and works of others have so deeply inspired me and I know that if my writing can help or resonate with another it will have been worth it.  Take care of you today and carry onward. Always remember you are so very loved!  --  ginger ✨ A Warriors Heritage  Deaths solemn embrace Found her lost again. Beguiled to remember things She ought to have forgotten. Her earnest wish was to see the morrow And challenge another sunset For the sun...