Join the Fun of Handling the Holidays with JOY!

Hey, Friends!!

Join me Monday, December 6 at 8:00 PM EST for a free one-hour session on Handling the Holidays with JOY.

How do you join?

You have two options:

  1.  Go to the private Facebook group, “Handling the Holidays with JOY”.
    Answer the 3 questions and request to join.
    I will accept your request and the link for the Zoom call will be posted in the group.
  2. If you don’t have Facebook, send me an email request to mybucketbuddies@hotmail.com answering the following questions:
    A)  Are you a Grinch or Buddy the Elf?
    B)  What is your favorite thing about Christmas?

I will send you a response including the Zoom link for the meeting.

Hope to see you Monday evening for some fun ideas and maybe even a few surprise giveaways!

Celebrating Veterans From the Comfort of Our Own Freedom.

I am so thankful for my Veteran Father-in-Law, Syalvester Young, and his service to our country. A HUGE THANK YOU to all veterans and those actively serving in our military.
 
The older I get, the more emotional I get during this time of reflection as I think about the sacrifices made by those who serve and have served in our armed forces. Sacrifices including family, friends, emotional, mental and the physical sacrifice.
 
I feel so spoiled as I get sad just when I can’t see my daughters on their birthdays!!
 
These soldiers don’t have a choice when they get to come home. They have to miss birthdays, weddings, Fourth of July parties and sometimes even the birth of their children.
 
Mommas don’t get to give a hug to their solider on their birthday or watch them open their Christmas gift around the decorated tree.
 
Wives fix Thanksgiving dinner leaving the chair empty for one less place setting.
 
The pit in the stomach of family members and friends as they worry about their loved ones cannot even be explained.
 
The pain and suffering of those who served can stay with them as a daily reminder of their service.
 
I am embarrassed I didn’t appreciate these sacrifices sooner, but I am so thankful God opened my eyes several years ago to all the sacrifices of those who have served and are currently servicing so that we can experience the true meaning of what freedom really is and what it costs for us to have it.
 
Join me as we remember and appreciate all of these sacrifices – especially on the days when we get angry because things don’t go our way; we burn the cookies or our mashed potatoes are lumpy. Our kids get a note from school or the Christmas tree lights won’t come on. 😄
 
A wink, a song and a prayer goes out to all Soldiers, past and present, who represent and sacrifice for our country on this very special Veteran’s Day.

Are You Where Your Feet Are?

“Be where your feet are.”

This sentence seems to be a given.   Like seriously, folks….how could I be anywhere else except where my feet are?   I can’t be in the kitchen when my feet are in the living room.  I can’t be outside when my feet are inside.  I can’t be in Hawaii when my feet are in Indiana.

Oh trust me… yes, I can.

How?  By not being present in the moment.

Have you ever been having a conversation with your child after school hearing all of the excitement of the day and then your mind wanders and you realize you missed the story?

Have you ever been with someone having a serious talk and they look at their phone or even start texting while you’re talking?!!  Rude!

Have you ever seen that far away look in someone’s eyes, that staring-into-space look, while you’re telling a story and you realize you could be telling them you were an alien and they would have agreed because they were not listening to one word?

That’s what I mean by “be where your feet are”.

I didn’t create the concept but I heard, Becky Keife, author of The Simple Difference, talk about this very simple idea created by her Volleyball Coach Husband who used this saying with his team for a physical concept and then carried it over to their family for a more mindful concept.

It was profound to me.

It really did make a simple difference, and now I try to be more intentional about listening and being present.
I try to not be multitasking while on a work meeting or phone call with my daughters.
I try to look at the person I’m with and really focus.
I try to enjoy the sunshine and beauty as I make a long drive.
Or savor the food from the restaurant I’ve been craving for months.

It’s simple. It’s huge. It’s important.

Be in the moment.
Be focused.
Be intentional.

Be right where your feet are.

These Shoes Were Made for (More Than) Walkin’

These shoes.

Yes they are made for walking but today in a true Spirit-filled moment, I realized they were the reminder that God is walking with ME.

You see, I lost my expensive insoles a couple months ago.  I looked everywhere.  I even prayed asking God to show me where those insoles were.  I’ve had them for 15 years and only wear them when my planter fasciitis flares up.  I was going shopping with my daughter and thought I might need them.  No luck.

Fast forward to yesterday.  I had a bit of a rough day.  You know how sometimes you just say, “God, do you hear me?”  “God, are you there?”

I knew He was there but He wasn’t answering me fast enough. (Can I get an Amen?  🙂  )

This morning I was putting something away in the closet and saw the box of some of my favorite summer tennis shoes.  (Okay.  True confession:  I bought them because Kate Middleton wore this brand and they were only $40.  haha)

This warm feeling came over me.  My heart started racing.  I knew I had to open that box.  And when I did……. there they were.  Those insoles – inside my summer tennis shoes that I put away after vacation!

God waited to have me find those insoles today as a reminder that He is walking with me every day and showing up in big ways in His perfect timing.

I didn’t necessarily need those insoles as much as I needed the lesson of finding them at just the right time.  Thank you, God for always hearing, always being there, always loving and using my tennis shoes to remind me that sometimes they are used for more than just walking.