IS THERE ANYTHING SHE CAN'T HANDLE?
She has been broken.
She has been knocked down.
She has been defeated.
She has felt the pain that most can't handle.
She looks fear in the face.
Year after year. Day after day.
But yet, she never runs.
And she always finds a way to get back up.
She is unbreakable.
She is a warrior.
She is a lioness.
SHE'S YOU.
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Sister Sandy put this on Facebook for me. Thank you. But this describes several women I know, including Sandy who lost her wonderful husband several years ago, leaving her a young widow.
Hubby just got back from a week-long fishing trip to North Dakota. While he was gone, I got lots done,
Mowing several properties. Power washing the deck and the old wood door to one of our garages. Speaking of that garage door, I had an epiphany . . . after I laboriously gave it a fresh coat of white paint. That door was crappy when we moved here 47 years ago, and it's still crappy. Actually, the only thing holding it together is the paint! My brilliant thought was this . . . why haven't we just bought a new door?????? Ya think?
I also gave my fridge a thorough cleaning. And I am here to tell you that I saw things that should never be seen in a refrigerator! ewwwwww. I'm sure there were some unsanitary items in there. SHOULD I BE WORRIED?
I literally took out all the drawers and shelves and scrubbed everything. Wow, amazing what kind of junk can leak under drawers and fall into the cracks. THEN, there was putting it all back together. I knew I should have taken a before picture to see how everything was. My fridge has this crazy part that holds the bottom drawers apart and it is tricky to get it back in while relocating the drawers. I was hunched over, sitting on a chair, leaning into the insides of that darn thing (since I can't bend down and crouch anymore) to work on it. I was cussing and growling for 45 minutes trying to get that put back together. Finally, I hollered, "Dear Lord, give me the strength and ability to get this damn thing done!" And it all snapped together perfectly. Haven't I told you there is power in prayer? How lovely that God answered me at my worst.
Another project I managed to take care of concerned my stock pile of hosta plants. When we sold Dad's farm in 2014, I dug up lots of his hostas and stuck them in the ground at my place, I had "holding" areas around my yard. On a hillside, I placed several plants in a neat 6 foot by 13 foot area. Hubby insisted that it looked like a graveyard! Well, all the plants are dug up and sitting in a huge row of buckets at The Woodbridge Building. Jenna and Joe are planning on helping me get them in the ground down there this weekend. Yippee. Landscaping on a budget. I may also get my new mailbox put up for the building,
Good things are happening!
I've had some lovely renter people down at Woodbridge the last several weekends. I really appreciate how the community is taking such good care of my "happy place". Oh, and I did get the sign up. Hubby worked on it for 2 hours while I was in town the other day. He did it all by himself. Amazing.
She has been broken.
She has been knocked down.
She has been defeated.
She has felt the pain that most can't handle.
She looks fear in the face.
Year after year. Day after day.
But yet, she never runs.
And she always finds a way to get back up.
She is unbreakable.
She is a warrior.
She is a lioness.
SHE'S YOU.
Unknown
Sister Sandy put this on Facebook for me. Thank you. But this describes several women I know, including Sandy who lost her wonderful husband several years ago, leaving her a young widow.
Hubby just got back from a week-long fishing trip to North Dakota. While he was gone, I got lots done,
Mowing several properties. Power washing the deck and the old wood door to one of our garages. Speaking of that garage door, I had an epiphany . . . after I laboriously gave it a fresh coat of white paint. That door was crappy when we moved here 47 years ago, and it's still crappy. Actually, the only thing holding it together is the paint! My brilliant thought was this . . . why haven't we just bought a new door?????? Ya think?
I also gave my fridge a thorough cleaning. And I am here to tell you that I saw things that should never be seen in a refrigerator! ewwwwww. I'm sure there were some unsanitary items in there. SHOULD I BE WORRIED?
I literally took out all the drawers and shelves and scrubbed everything. Wow, amazing what kind of junk can leak under drawers and fall into the cracks. THEN, there was putting it all back together. I knew I should have taken a before picture to see how everything was. My fridge has this crazy part that holds the bottom drawers apart and it is tricky to get it back in while relocating the drawers. I was hunched over, sitting on a chair, leaning into the insides of that darn thing (since I can't bend down and crouch anymore) to work on it. I was cussing and growling for 45 minutes trying to get that put back together. Finally, I hollered, "Dear Lord, give me the strength and ability to get this damn thing done!" And it all snapped together perfectly. Haven't I told you there is power in prayer? How lovely that God answered me at my worst.
Another project I managed to take care of concerned my stock pile of hosta plants. When we sold Dad's farm in 2014, I dug up lots of his hostas and stuck them in the ground at my place, I had "holding" areas around my yard. On a hillside, I placed several plants in a neat 6 foot by 13 foot area. Hubby insisted that it looked like a graveyard! Well, all the plants are dug up and sitting in a huge row of buckets at The Woodbridge Building. Jenna and Joe are planning on helping me get them in the ground down there this weekend. Yippee. Landscaping on a budget. I may also get my new mailbox put up for the building,
Good things are happening!
I've had some lovely renter people down at Woodbridge the last several weekends. I really appreciate how the community is taking such good care of my "happy place". Oh, and I did get the sign up. Hubby worked on it for 2 hours while I was in town the other day. He did it all by himself. Amazing.
Well . . . I am trying to be brave and not wear my wigs. Unfortunately, my real hair is fugly, Yup, kids I am now sporting a "fro". My hair came in curly (like a really bad permanent) but when I comb through it, it turns fuzzy and fluffy and . . . fro-ey. I choose not to post an update picture. It's that bad. Really.
One more little note I want to leave you with. While cleaning my above mentioned fridge, I looked closely at a carton of chicken salad that I bought the other day. The expiration is for August 3, 2019. Folks, that is two months from the time I bought it. What in the world kind of preservatives are they putting in our food. Holding good for two months? CHICKEN SALAD??? I seriously doubt that.
Again . . . SHOULD I BE WORRIED?
GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY
GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY
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