Trapped in a Recliner!?!

I’m still laughing at myself from what happened yesterday afternoon! To set the picture, I keep a footstool in front of my rocker recliner. I like to rock in my favorite chair and in order to elevate my feet a little the footstool works great. If I pull up the built in footrest on the recliner then it won’t rock.

So yesterday I was enjoying a good read while sitting in my recliner. Eventually my eyelids grew heavy and I decided to go with it and take a little nap. So I raised the footrest and tipped the chair back a little to get super comfortable. A few minutes later the phone rang.

I tried to put down the footrest, but it wouldn’t go. It was hitting the footstool which was too close to the chair! The phone kept ringing. I answered it and chatted with my oldest daughter while still reclining. We talked for a little over 30 minutes. Then it was time to get out of the recliner.

I struggled. I tried to reach the footstool and move it, but couldn’t touch it. I tried to push the footrest down but it wouldn’t go. I wiggled to try and get out of the chair, but I couldn’t find a way. I was getting out of breath. Oh, no. I was NOT going to call for help. NO WAY! If the footrest came up, it had to go down, right? One would think this made sense. So why was I stuck?

I understand now how turtles feel when they are on their backs. Poor little things! I realized the truth of the situation when one is comfortably reclining. The heaviest part of the human body is deposited in a right angle. Arms and legs would move, but nothing else. I wiggled, I twisted, I tried movements this aged body should not be doing. I rested and breathed. This was ridiculous.

Every time I tried to use my foot to move the stool, my foot would cramp. Sigh. Finally, I squeezed my chest to my legs and reached for the stool. I touched it, but it wasn’t moving much at all. So I rested and breathed for a while. Then I repeated but used my other arm. This continued for several minutes until the footrest finally went back into place. Fifteen hours minutes had passed.

I had to rest for five minutes before my shaky limbs would hold me upright, and by then I didn’t remember why I needed to get up!

Lifting my cup of tea and leaving you with this word: God gave us a sense of humor. Use it to laugh at yourself, but only laugh with others not at them!

Will Heaven Have Seasons?

When looking out my window I see the beautiful colors of autumn beginning to glow. Leaves are turning yellow on the trees around the pond. On my drive to church I’ve seen the glorious shades of neon red, my favorite. In small group this week, we were discussing how lovely it is to see these colors since we haven’t had a frost yet, and our temperatures have been above normal. Even the nights remain quite warm. So why the changing colors?

One of the ladies said it must be like a timetable God built into the trees so they know when it is time to lose their leaves. I don’t know if that is true, but I know everything is about God and His handiwork. So I wondered then if we will have seasons in heaven. Maybe seasons won’t really matter. All I know is the colors in heaven will be so much more glorious than anything we have ever seen or can imagine. Colors make me happy. Just like sunshine. Sunshine on cool fall days, or a day when snow covers the ground are my favorite sunny days.

Autumn will seem more real next week when our temperatures are supposed to drop to normal. I’m sure I will see a bombardment of colors soon. So I lift my cup of tea giving thanks to God for providing autumn, which to me is a teeny glimpse of heaven’s colors.

The Old Rolled Up Mat

A few days ago, I started seeing the carpet in the leg well of my desk was not flat. Immediately I opened the Amazon app to search for carpet mats for desks. When I saw the prices, I remembered I still have one I’d retired two years ago due to it not staying in place. I’d rolled it up and stored it in my garage. Oh, my. It was impossible to get it to lie flat. I used my heat gun, but it did little good. But I remembered the motto: Consume it, wear it out, make do or do without.

There was nothing wrong with the mat. It had simply conformed to being rolled in storage. It’s now on the floor in my office and I know it will eventually be what I need it to be and I can remove the heavy objects flattening it. When I look at it, I’m reminded how we can be changed and conformed in today’s culture. Sometimes we curl into ourselves because we are overwhelmed and confused. We withdraw from life rather than turn to God for direction. We can become like the rolled up mat in a dark corner.

God doesn’t forget about us! He can transform us, remove all the lumps and bumps with truth. He often sends help through another person. He will find a way to draw us out of the dark corner we have created into His light. The things of this world can be confusing and difficult to find the right answers to our questions. We won’t find answers in the world. Only in God. Only in trusting Him.

Things that are in direct conflict with the Bible are easy to spot. Things that are not, the things that truly tie us in knots, are those that can cripple us with indecision. Those are the times when we should turn to God. Pray. Read the Bible. God will show the way if we remain patient and diligent.

“Be careful that no one takes you captive through philosophy and empty deceit based on human tradition, based on the elements of the world, rather than Christ.” Colossians 2:8 CSB.

Lifting my cup of tea with gratitude and thankfulness for the rolled up carpet mat now gracing my office. And thanking Him for taking this tightly knotted and rolled up woman and reshaping her into who He created her to be.

He Can Turn Seas Into Highways

“The LORD Himself will fight for you. Just stay calm.” Exodus 14:14 NLT

Last year I toyed with the idea of writing down things from my past I wanted my grandchildren and children to know. Things they never experienced and probably never will. However, as I tried to capture on paper the ideas in my head, they were simply facts. How could I write them in an interesting way? Instead of praying about it, I gave up.

How easily we fall into Satan’s trap of not being good enough! Since childhood, this has been a struggle for me. I spent years feeling I didn’t measure up in many ways. I was very shy. I didn’t like attention being called to me. I spent a lot of time alone.

Now that I’m older I see those signs in the younger me I didn’t recognize then as a deep need to know I was loved. This need led me to being baptized at 13. Oh, how on fire for Jesus I was then! I didn’t have a family life that centered around church. In fact, my parents never attended church or prayed with me. They refused to attend my baptism.

Over the years, I wandered off the path of following Jesus and turned to the world looking for love. I never found the love in these wrong places. It took going through a marriage that shouldn’t have happened (though four great blessings were given during that time: three beautiful girls and a beautiful son). God led me to the love of my life, a Christian man, and I finally realized the love I sought I had all along in Jesus.

My faith has increased over the years and now that I’m in the “winter” of my life, I find so much hope in studying scriptures and spending time cultivating my relationship with Jesus and getting to know God.

The victory belongs to God! And now, I’m saying yes to writing the stories of my past. I know He is providing everything I need. I still have a lot of praying to do over how much to reveal. But He will guide me. All along, through every storm, God was fighting for me. And He fights for all of us even now. He can turn seas into highways! Lifting my cup of tea while my heart is overflowing with love and gratitude. He is my rock, my salvation, my hope, my teacher, my father, and so much more!


One of the most difficult things I’ve learned over the past few years is how to give my concerns to God. Easily said, but not always easy to do. I used to tell God I was giving Him something, but found days or hours later, I was worrying and fussing about the same thing all over again!

I have a prayer wall. On it, I hang scriptures that speak to me, prayers, and my concerns. These concerns are the things that can suck me into fear and worry…things I can’t really control. God gives me wisdom to know there are steps I can take to assist with certain things like health and finances, but in order not to worry, but to trust God, I need to put my faith in Him and let Him carry these heavy burdens for me. God gives me a peace I cannot describe other than as a peace that passes understanding about these things…once I have given them to Him.

What is the key to giving all these to God and NOT TAKING THEM BACK? For me it was remembering I would not give something to any of my earthly friends and then snatch it back again. Being able to give God our burdens is a privilege God grants us. So we give back to Him by trusting Him to take care of them. Taking them back means we don’t trust Him.

Lifting my cup of tea as I watch dark storm clouds pass overhead in a heavily overcast sky. The darkness moves across the sky but not a drop of rain falls. I’m always amazed when I watch what God is doing through my office window. He is powerful. He can do what He says He can do. So I expect to see God do greater things in the days to come!

What Are We Without a Dream?

A holiday weekend is upon us though I hadn’t realized until I looked at my calendar yesterday. Another fact about living alone in retirement: there are no plans for family outings any longer, so unless I have an appointment penciled in my Christian Planner, the days slip by without recognition. Some mornings I forget what day it is. This morning I had a brief thought while waking that it was Saturday. Then I remembered today was Skype day with my daughter who lives in Wisconsin. Friday. Laundry. Thank goodness for routine!

Our routines evolve as our lives change. I’ve never been a spontaneous kind of person. I’m smiling now remembering vacations and how hubby wanted a schedule of what every day would involve. He couldn’t wing it. The best vacation we ever took was a 10 day road trip. I planned exactly where we would stop each day, booked hotels in advance, and we ate at roadside rests from a packed cooler.

That vacation was relaxing, fun, and I wish we had done this more often. As I continue to age in my quiet days of routine, I sift through memories of the good times. A little longing enters. If only I were a little more courageous, I’d like to get in my SUV and take a trip to visit my brother and sister. I’d listen to audio books while I drove once I could no longer get my Christian radio stations. But, alas, it isn’t safe to travel alone, especially as a member of the “golden years club.” Stopping at roadside rests to eat would not be wise. Traveling alone with health issues wouldn’t be wise.

Some tell me to get on an airplane. There were years when I flew quite frequently for business. I enjoyed those trips. Now the thought of boarding an airplane gives me a panic attack. I trust God, but I find it difficult to trust placing myself in the hands of strangers especially in today’s world. I don’t want to fly again until the rapture!

And so, I dream of enjoying traveling alone, seeing myself as a strong, brave woman of age. The dreams will have to be enough. In reality, I enjoy my time in the quiet peace of each day, knowing God is with me and He holds my future.

Lifting my cup of tea with a sigh and closing the dream to inhale the fresh morning air, to see the beautiful light blue sky, feel the warmth of the sunshine, and give thanks to God for blessing me so richly.

Join Me in My Morning Sanctuary

It’s a beautiful day here on my porch this Wednesday morning. I so enjoy being able to sit outdoors, despite the ragweed and other pollen which seems to fill my eyes with sand and make me sneeze! God has provided me a sanctuary of peace and beauty.

My citronella plants are huge! They have so outgrown their hanging baskets that I have to keep them sitting on the porch floor. They are certainly keeping the jumping spiders at bay, and that makes me happy.

Here is what I am seeing right now:

Lifting my cup of tea with gratefulness to God, and wishing you all a beautiful day!

Migraine Out of Nowhere

Last evening a migraine plagued me suddenly and painfully. Not sure what triggered it, but I’m grateful for medication and that I could sleep most of it off. Those who have ever suffered with migraines can relate to how they linger for a few days.

I’m planning on staying inside and shading the windows from the bright sunlight. This doesn’t happen often, thank goodness! I love sunshine and light. I see God in the sunshine and light of each day. Yet, in the quiet and darkness, I feel God’s presence. I feel loved and protected. This day will be spent in His healing presence. In this, I feel thankfulness for the migraine and for the rest to be found in this day.

The Salty Tears of Life

This morning I am truly grateful for the gift of tears. Tears allow us to relieve pain and grief, that of which we often don’t realize are still hiding in our heart. Tears are cleansing. They are a part of life. We enter the world with a cry of distress from leaving our warm safe cocoon. It takes time to adjust to the strangeness of this world.

As we grow, we learn tears can bring food and a clean diaper. Then tears can be used to manipulate, to get what we want when parents say no. As the teenage years take hold, we learn the tears of heartbreak from losing love.

And then comes the tears of watching our children climb on a school bus and leave us behind. The young adults pack their belongings and move away. Tears of joy at seeing our grandchildren born.

Tears of saying goodbye to friends and family when they are called home before us. Tears of grief at the loss of a spouse, a child, a beloved pet. And then there are the tears of memories, when life continues on but the new path is traveled alone. The ache of empty places in the heart.

Tears. God. Knowing one day all tears will be wiped away. Trusting in God. Keeping faith. Waiting for a journey to be reconnected. Thanking God. Moving on with a smile.

Gratitude Journal

My daughter made me a beautiful journal for my birthday in 2020. I have listed 160 items, which is so much less than I’d planned. My original goal was to have 1000 entries by the end of this year. Boy, am I behind! I’m going to focus more of filling this journal, but with no end date in mind.

Today’s entries were:

A bunny in the grass.

A quote in my devotional: “To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.” – L. Smedes

Beautiful finches in my hanging basket.

All these things made me smile and filled my heart with how good God truly is. A happy soul is a grateful soul.

Lifting my cup of tea with a happy heart and wishing you all a day to see with gratitude.