A Snowy, Cold, Day After

Thanksgiving was wonderful. Youngest daughter and her hubby hosted our family this year. So much yummy food. I tried everything, of course! I’m a family oriented person, and being with family really warms my heart.

This morning, I woke and it felt chilly. The rain we had been getting changed to a sleety snow. The rooftops are painted white and the grass is slowly getting a light blanket of snow. When I checked the thermostat I realized my furnace wasn’t working. It had dropped to 64 degrees. Thankfully I’m in a small condo so I’m staying warm by sitting in the kitchen next to the stove and it is set to 400.

Ah, aging gracefully isn’t always easy. I thought moving into a new condo four years ago where everything was brand new would be perfect for me. I do love it here, but there are drawbacks even to a new home. I’m hoping the furnace can be fixed without having to replace something major. I found a warranty page inside the installation manual but reading it says it should have been registered within 90 days of purchasing the condo. Sigh.

Trusting God in this. A solution will be found. He always makes a way! Lifting my cup of tea and wishing everyone a lovely weekend. Until then…love and prayers!

Peaceful Anticipation

I am aging gracefully this morning with a cup of tea and comfy lounging PJ’s. I wait in peaceful anticipation of our small family gathering tomorrow at my youngest daughter’s home. I can imagine the wonderful scents of thanksgiving: roasted turkey, gravy, potatoes, vegetables, pies, and so much more. Best of all will be the joy of being with family as we voice our love and the things for which we are most thankful.

Today is a stay at home day wearing comfortable slippers and loungewear while I work on addressing Christmas cards. Other than tomorrow’s gathering, I won’t be leaving the comfort of my home again until Sunday morning. No shopping sprees for me. Once I finish the Christmas cards, I’m going to dedicate a day to remove the fall decorations and replace them with Christmas things. That day will consist of music, singing off key, smiles, and thanks to God for it all!

This is the season for me of peaceful anticipation of the most joyful celebration of remembering Christ’s birth and the hope He brought for all of us! The greatest gift of Christmas–the gift of a beloved Son to save the world.

Lifting my cup of tea and wishing everyone a Happy Day of Thanksgiving.

Love is An Action Word

Lately my posts have been all over the place as far as content. My plan is to refocus back onto the theme of aging gracefully!

Yesterday God reminded me that love is an action word. I’ve become content using words to try and convey my love from the comfort of my home. The past two years have changed the way a lot of people communicate. The greatest blessings of my week are when I attend church each Sunday and when I meet with my small group sisters.

So how do I put love into action? That’s the question I’m asking myself. This will be the focus of my vision board for 2022. It is time for me to move, to put my faith into action, to share love in a more action-oriented way. My prayer is for God to open opportunities, lead me and guide me, and to stop me from being a boulder along the way!

Lifting my cup of tea with a smile and a wish for you to be blessed today with seeing and being “love in action.”

Participant or Spectator?

Last night, while watching The Crown, a line Philip’s mother said resonated with me as truth for my own life. The line is “When I turned 70 I realized I was just a spectator not a participant.” As I look at my life, I find this is mostly true.

I am a spectator. I’m not complaining, just observing. Most of my time is spent alone. When I’m with a group of people, mostly I’m a spectator. I’ve lost the quick wit and spontaneity of youth. My life offers little in comparison to a younger generation.

As the conversations fly amid laughter, I’m usually a beat behind. Sometimes I open my mouth, but what emerges falls flat. I’m much more comfortable interacting with people of my generation…once I get to know them.

I lost participation when I retired. I wonder how many others my age feel the same. With age comes a bevy of body breakdown which removes the possibility of standing for long periods of time, lifting weighty objects, and endurance. How does one volunteer with a heart willing, but body unwilling?

And so, I sit at home, writing words on a keyboard, participating in a passive way…alone. Not that I’m sad about this stage of life. It gives me more time to spend getting closer to God.

Lifting my cup of tea, grateful I can do this with ease, and asking the question: Are you a participant or a spectator?

The Battle is Real

Ever give in to binges? Confession time, mostly to self, because what I did was dangerous to my health. I continually crave something sweet after dinner, so I don’t keep anything sweet in my home, since I am a diabetic. For me it is difficult to keep my carbs low during the day and I don’t want to fill myself with sugar before bedtime.

But yesterday I shopped for a few items with the intention of making fudge that tastes like Reese’s peanut butter cups, and while shopping, I was drawn to a package of mini chocolate iced donuts. I gave in to Satan’s temptation and purchased a container.

The draw of those donuts had my mouth watering and I placed them on my front seat. Yes, I ate four of them on my way home! Once I start eating sweets I cannot stop. By dinnertime I had consumed all but 5 of those donuts. Sigh.

For anyone who doesn’t suffer as a carboholic, it is probably difficult to understand how this can lead to binge eating. I know it is like pouring gasoline on fire to consume just one…cookie, slice of cake, or donut. I’m a diabetic and this can lead to a worsening of my condition and a need to use insulin.

So this morning, I tossed the remaining donuts. What happened yesterday was a slip, but today I’m determined to get back on track with good eating habits. Perhaps someone else suffers and doesn’t understand why these binges happen. You aren’t a loser, and you can overcome this. Not that it is easy. Truly, it takes an honest and deep relationship with Jesus for me to do battle with these attacks by Satan.

See, he knows our weaknesses, and will use this to entice us to make bad decisions and not turn to God for help. He tempted Jesus in the desert, but He was able to use scripture as a weapon. I need to do the same. I hope you will do the same.

For anyone who doesn’t understand, I ask that you pray for me and others like me, instead of judging. Lifting my cup of tea and saying out loud, “Just as I tossed the donuts, I am tossing you out of my life in the name of Jesus!”

Sing!

I have always loved to sing. I don’t have a lick of talent and sing off key a lot. Sometimes my voice cracks because, well, let’s face it…I’m old! LOL! But there is one thing I know for sure. God doesn’t care!! The only thing He cares about is my sincerity of heart as I worship Him in song. And that’s what I will do tonight.

Sycamore Creek Church is having a worship night with mostly singing. We’ll also have communion. How awesome it is to worship God with other believers.

Lifting my cup of tea with a huge smile on my face and in my heart! May your day be filled with happy smiles and may a song be in your heart.

Always be Joyful

Do you ever stop and thank God for the gifts of sight, smell, touch, hearing, and taste? Or do you take them for granted? Being honest, I admit I never take my sight for granted as looking at nature opens a natural thankfulness for all He has created. Yet, while I enjoy the sounds I hear, the feel of my hands petting an animal or pressing the keys on a keyboard, the taste of my favorite foods, and the smell of flowers and fresh air, I forget to thank the One who has given me these things.

There is so much beauty in the fall months, I am sometimes overwhelmed by what I see. Today I’m focusing on the sound of the geese calling out as they fly in formation over my home, and I give thanks. I close my eyes and really feel my fingers on the keyboard, and I give thanks. I smell the comforting aroma of apple spice tea, and I give thanks. I tasted the oatmeal I prepared differently than usual this morning, and I didn’t like it, but I ate it and gave thanks.

I received a new mug from my dear friend yesterday, along with the apple spice tea, and it makes me smile this morning as I sip the warm liquid and read the scripture and the word on the mug. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 and the word “Joyful.” This verse and this word feel as if they are etched on my heart. I believe these will become my focus for 2022.

Lifting my cup of tea to wish you a joyful day.

Navigating the Complexity of Insurance and Drugs for Seniors

Navigating medical insurance and prescription drugs is becoming a nightmare for seniors on limited incomes. I’m 78 years young now and the idea of working is daunting. Businesses don’t look at seniors as capable as those under 50. I could maybe get a job as a greeter for Walmart, but I’m sure there are many other seniors like me who are waiting in line for any opening like this. Many don’t have the income necessary to survive.

As a diabetic, I should be eating a much healthier diet. But with the rising costs of groceries, I’ve been stocking up on canned goods, beans, rice, and other staples that have long shelf life. I don’t have the means to shop every week picking out fresh produce and meats. Honestly, I rarely eat meat. I have cut back on portions and don’t eat foods fried in oils. I do my best to eat a fairly balanced diet at least once a day. I do oatmeal for breakfast and leftovers for lunch.

Now after my big rant against the high cost of necessary medications by big pharmas in an earlier post, I’m caving in. With the increasing AFIB situations I’m experiencing, the idea of having a stroke is worrisome. I know the aspirin regimen does help with thinning my blood, but according to the information I’ve been reading, the medication my cardiologist has prescribed, Eliquis, will also help to prevent blood clots and strokes by a significant percentage over aspirin. I’ve worked out a way to afford the medication for 2022. Not that it isn’t a significant cost factor, but I’m cutting back in other areas, including reducing my insurance for 2022.

I’m also thinking I can cut back on the med by substituting aspirin on some days. If this doesn’t work, then I will talk to my doctor about switching to a less expensive drug, like Warfarin.

I spent the morning researching doctors, pharmacies, and drugs accepted by my insurance for 2022. For those businesses who don’t think seniors have a brain, believe me it is necessary to navigate the medical information!

There are other people, including seniors, who are in much worse situations financially than I am. I live a comfortable life, so I’m not complaining. Instead, I am praying for those less fortunate than me as well as myself. I still have hope that God is working to turn things around! Lifting my cup of tea with a smile and a thankful heart.

Uncovering Treasures From the Past

Oh, my aching back and knees and bicep! Yesterday was such a pretty day, I knew it was a perfect day to clean the front porch in preparation for winter months. Then I decided to sweep the garage. Which led to clearing a shelf to hold two totes filled with games and paper goods for food gatherings. I have three totes of Christmas items stacked on the floor next to the shelves. Things looked much better, but there were still three totes.

These contained pictures. Lots of pictures. Some generic wall hangings and other pictures in frames of various sorts. In my last home, I had a wall next to the steps that led from the foyer into the upper main floor. This wall collected pictures over the 33 years of living there. Pictures of children, grandchildren, friends, and family members. All these pics were in the totes. So were the pics that my mother brought when she moved in with us.

Time to sort through all these and get rid of the totes. For almost three hours I stood on the concrete floor, breathing in fresh air from the open garage door, and pried the tabs on the back of the pictures to remove the pictures from the frames. All the empty frames I put back in a tote (two totes total) and am taking them to a goodwill store.

But oh, the pictures I found. Treasures! Pictures of my mother as a little girl, my uncle as a little boy, my grandfather in his WWI uniform, lots and lots of history. I sorted the pictures of grandchildren and children and put them in the appropriate labeled picture boxes for them to go through when they feel led. The other pictures I have in a stack to go through, scan and incorporate in the book I’m writing. I even found my baby pictures.

Finding such treasures made my heart smile. How I wish I had known some of these people. Writing stories about them as I discover more, will be inspiring to me. Each day as I uncover more treasures from the past, I become more excited about this process of discovery.

What a wonderful winter this will be as I live and relive the past capturing my memories as I weave the stories together. Lifting my cup of tea with a grateful heart for these treasures God has placed in my hands.