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Summer

Happy Summertime Folks


I sure have missed my bloggie buddies and I hope to get back into the swing of things soon. My little hiatus was a big yawn and failure. I will probably share more on that another time. I mostly wanted to post something … anything, so I could be back in the groove. So many things going on, not sure what topic will be of the most interest. What do YOU want to read about? Let me know. I’ll conjure up something fun.

Hope everyone is having a great summer!

Cheers,

 

Gardening ~Letters from the Heart #A2ZChallenge2021

 


Hey Bob:

(That’s just a little inside joke. When you call your mother, that’s how she answers the phone. ☺♥)

When the list was made for the “theme reveal” your letter about gardening was meant to be just that. Out in the garden, planting green beans, and cucumbers and tomatoes and all those fun vegetables that you and Tall Cool ☺ne love to eat through the summer and then can/preserve the abundance for later consuming.

After the past few days of self-reflection, gardening has taken on a new perspective. Think of it in a metaphorical sense. Maybe you need to go weeding.

Sometimes what we see as good and pretty is actually destroying what is healthy. For example the wisteria in the back yard is beautiful when in full bloom. The scent is a little over-powering but the flowers are gorgeous.  Unfortunately the plant itself is invasive. When Tall Cool ☺ne cut it back (to your dismay) azalea, camellia and gardenia bushes were revealed.

 

 

Sometimes giant pretty things need to be destroyed to reveal healthy little things.  What is in your life that needs weeding? What looks big and pretty that is covering up small and healthy?

Food for thought.

your constant and faithful,

 

How’s everyone’s challenge going? Are you all having a good time? Visiting lots of other blogs?  I’m trying to visit five new blogs each day but it’s not Have you ordered a t-shirt yet?  Have you found all of the letters so far in the scavenger hunt?  Don’t forget to check out the master list and select a few that you may not normally visit. Most of all, have fun! ♥

Theme Reveal: Letters from the Heart

LETTERS FROM THE HEART ♥ (a letter to myself)


Has it been a year already? Where does the time go? I thought for a long time about whether to just be spontaneous and wing ding it every day or be a little more disciplined and go with a theme. Control won over and I’ve decided this year’s them for the A-Z Blogging challenge is going to be LETTERS FROM THE HEART.

I hope you will join me for this challenge and I hope to find the time to read many of my fellow bloggers posts as well. We all have the same number of hours in day and I know it’s precious, so I am going to do my best to keep my posts short and sweet.

Enjoy the trip my friends. I’ll be seeing you soon.

Cheers,
Your Crackerberries

Theme reveal

 

 

 

Aging Gracefully

B Being Bold

C Controlling Situations 

D Doing Chores

E Examining Faults 

F Fixing Faults 

G Gardening 

Helping those in Need 

I Ignore Negativity

J Journaling

K Kids

L L♥ve Letter

M Marriage

N Needful Things

O Opportunities for Growth

P People

Q Quiet Time ~ not what you think 

R Reflections of What Made You Who You Are

S  Salting the Wounds

T Thanksgiving

U Understanding Truths 

V Vicious Life Cycles 

W Weekly letters 

X Xtra Xtra Read all about it 

Y You are not the Christ 

Z Zebras are my favorite

 

 

Twenty Years from Now

It’s been awhile since I’ve been here. I’ve missed blogging. Funny how life gets in our way of doing the things we enjoy most. I’ve been praying a lot, asking God to lead me on my next blogging adventure. Sometimes if we are quiet and patient and wait, the answer will come. Sometimes it is right under our nose, but we don’t recognize it.

Today starts a new journey for me and my faithful followers. I’m calling this season, “Letters to Self”.




February 16, 2021

Dear Self:

I feel like I haven’t been a very productive member of society lately. With this whole Covid thing we don’t get out as much as we used to. I am definitely not the social butterfly that I remember myself being.

I’ve been spending a lot of time writing letters to family and friends. Writing has been my passion for as long as I can remember. Mom thinks it takes up too much time and it is a lot of writing. She’s right, it does and it is, but I enjoy it so much. I started thinking more about it, and wondering how I might be able to use my gift and share things with others, even the people I don’t know.

Having then gifts differing according to the grace that is given to us let us use them: if prophecy, let us prophesy in proportion to our faith, or ministry let us use it in our ministering, he who teaches, in teaching, he who exhorts, in exhortation, he who gives, with liberality, he who leads, with diligence, he who shows mercy, with cheerfulness. Romans 12:6-8   I have this gift that has been right under my nose all these years.

Every day is a gift and what better way to take the gifts that we are blessed with to bring glory to the Kingdom of God? In the past I’ve not used my gifts wisely. Today is a brand new day. I write this in hopes that you, -myself- will read this twenty years from now and be a different person. I’m being generous with the 20…hopefully it doesn’t take that long to be wiser, smarter, more patient, all the things I struggle with now.

My blog has been on hiatus for quite some time. I have missed my daily musings. As I sat down to start this project I reviewed some of my posts in the past. Some of them are mean, disrespectful, and not very nice at all. I considered removing them. But then I realized that that’s not going to change anything. That is who I was and if I take away the person I was, it’s nothing to show for the person I am or the one I want to be. That is all part of the growing and learning process.  I have to remember where I came from to appreciate where I am now. And where I am now is part of the growing process of where I might be twenty years from now (God willing).

I had a dream the other night. Elvis was in my dream.  He was coming to tell me something. He was the young Elvis before he was overcome with the fame and fortune and drugs and alcohol. I idolized Elvis. I wanted to be just like him. I even danced around and lip synced his songs. I’m not sure what he was going to tell me, but he was there to tell me something. Before he could a train came and I woke up.

A lot of things can be learned from dreams. Joseph had a dream and when he shared it his brothers sold him as a slave. Nebuchadnezza had so many dreams it caused him not to sleep. I know what happened to Daniel when he shared the interpretation of King Nebuchadnezza’s dreams.  I will skip the fire pit, thank you very much.

God gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to those who have understanding. He reveals deep and secret things. He knows what is in the darkness and light dwells with Him. {Daniel 2:21-22}

I don’t know where this project will take me. I am living by faith not by sight. I know that I have a desire for my writing to be my legacy. I want to be remembered for something important. If my musings help one person find their way to Jesus, I’ve fulfilled my desire. In the meantime, I’m a writer, so I will write as long as these little fingers will strike a keyboard. And self, if you get this, twenty years from now, I’d love to hear your response.

Until next time,

your constant and faithful crackerberries

Lost Love Letters


I’m sure everyone is thinking about  LOVE for the letter L. I’m no different. Love is the one thing we can give away freely. It costs nothing.

Lost love letters is something that has been weighing heavy on my mind. When we were in high school Tall Cool ☺ne and I wrote tons of lve letters back and forth to each other. Sometimes I think it would be neat to read what some of those notes had inside them. Then I think better of that. We are older now and priorities are different.

I’m thinking of love letters lost in a different concept.  Lost love letters doesn’t necessarily have to be from an admirer. Love is something you share with a family member, a friend, or maybe an acquaintance from work. As I think about the title, lost love letters, I think about the lost loves of people to whom letters I used to write.

We are a messy group of individuals. I recollect how many people have come into my life only to turn around and be gone from my life. Sometimes it makes me sad. But then I realize that God will put someone else in their place.

Lost love letters are just like people who come and go in our life. They are there for a season, then lost, but not forgotten. Who do you think of when you think about a lost love letter?




Welcome to the A-Z Blogging Challenge. This year I think it will bring a lot more people together with the epidemic going on right. Being quarantined means more people will flock to the web looking for things to do. This is a great way to meet new people. Maybe you will read something new, find a new hobby, or just be entertained by some random musings. Whatever the case may be, stay safe, drink plenty of liquids and enjoy the trip.

Writing on the Wall

 

Kilroy

I was tidying up my work space before I opened up word to start typing and I had to flip the blotter paper on my desk.  I always say “don’t start work in a messy work area”.  I hate a messy blotter.  I used to tell my kids all the time, in fact I would write across the top, “DO NOT WRITE ON THIS BLOTTER!”  I don’t know if they wouldn’t read it or what. It never worked.  I would forever start my paperwork and try to find a note I wrote to remind myself about something, only to find signatures of my kids all over the blotter.  Just their names signed a hundred times over.  They are all grown up now so there are no signatures on the blotter.

 

Now I only find my notes that I have jotted down for myself amongst my husband’s chicken scratch of part numbers or passwords to new accounts and websites that he wants to look at.  Once in a while as I’m looking up a word in the old fashion dictionary or my thesaurus I’ll find a piece of scrap paper with one of the kids names scribbled across it, and it reminds me of them writing on my blotter.  I hope one day they have kids and a blotter on their desk that their kids can scribble up like they did to mine so often. 

 

Once upon a time, my husband used to have very nice “girly” penmanship.  I used to be so jealous because his homework always looked so much prettier than mine. Interesting how things change as we go through life.  If we don’t practice things we do well, eventually we won’t do as well at them as we used to.  Writing the old fashion letter is one of my favorite things to do and it is such a lost art these days.  I think my penmanship is nice…”girly” nice. I love to write. Nice penmanship is important, but I have to practice at it.

 

Writing on the wall is a thing of the past. Remember bathrooms where we could see who was going to have true love forever? Potsie told Ralph-Malph to sit on it, and for a good time you could call 867-5309!  Memorial weekend will be upon us fast and hints that summer will be here soon. No more pencils, no more books… no more teacher’s dirty looks. Oh but wait, there are no pencils and books because the new age is laptops and tablets and notebooks and probably things I’ve never even heard of.  Writing on the wall has become a sad thing of the past for most, but not for me.  I’ll keep my pencil. I’ll keep writing the old fashion way. Oh and as you are travelling through rest areas check out the walls. I may have been there!

B+CW