A HEART INSPIRED

Well, here I sit in disbelief, in a little bit of denial and quite frankly... in shock. Look at me, expanding my horizons; widening my circle, leaping out of my little fish bowl...gazing way out yonder, exceedingly beyond my little prairie! Putting myself out there; exposing personal hopes and dreams, choices and mishaps, family matters and longings. If only one year ago, you had asked me...could it even be remotely possible, that shy, quiet, private me...would be Blogging, FaceBooking, Tweeting , Job Hunting ...on the Internet? I would have said... Never. No way. Whatever for? Not interested. Nope. Not a chance. No. Uh-uh. No-way No-how. No Sirree Bob. NOT ME! Social Networking is not for me. It doesn't suit me. It won't benefit me. It couldn't help me. It might possibly harm me. Whatever for? Yet, here I sit. Loving every moment of it! I feel free. I feel exhilarated. What have I got to hide? This is really fun!  Hmmm...is my word simply

As far back as I can remember, being a mom was the very desire of my heart. As a little girl, I mothered my dolls as if they were my very own living, breathing babies. Friends and family always knew I would have a bunch someday. When my husband proposed at the age of nineteen, I told him that I would need to be a stay at home mom for our children. He whole heartedly agreed, and I said yes to the proposal! Well, as it turns out I have been blessed beyond measure. My cup, surely it runneth over!                                       I was twenty four years old when our first was born and and thirty one when our fourth arrived. Life was incredibly fun and tremendously exciting. Super busy and exceedingly joyful. Never had I imagined all of the living and loving we would do. I doted on the kids from dawn till dusk, every whim was met, every whimper comforted, every desire fulfilled. Our days were filled with love, laughter, hugs and kisses! The children were the picture

T his title comes to you, courtesy of my mother. We were discussing the blog and the things that I have written about. I shared with her that I have no idea what I'm going to express until my fingers hit the key board. Literally, word after word, I do not know what it is that will end up on the screen until I press 'publish'. We tossed around the idea of how it would be fun if topics were brought to my attention and requests were made for me to broach ideas of interest to my readers. Well, she blurts out to me "The bells are ringing!" I said, "Huh?" and there you have it. That is the topic that she threw into my lap and onto your screen!         ~ Surely, it would have been easy enough to write about, just Google some facts about bells and steeples, mention some historical insights, a few quaint photos and there you have it. A blog about ringing bells.        ~ I actually tossed around the idea of  a short story even. That too would have been si

Nitty~Gritty; (n) The specific or practical details; the heart of the matter.                                                                          Such a peculiar choice of words to express such a serious sentiment. The heart of the matter. Why is it that the details of ones life are so easily filtered and siphoned into the mere celebration of resolving the blunders as quickly as possible? Overlooking details at great lengths, for the sake of moving on. Whatever happened to getting down to the nitty~gritty, really sinking your teeth into every morsel and coming out the victor, with the end result being clear and audible direction, possibly even wisdom. To be ever so quick to make the hastiest exit possible,  meandering to and fro, never really seeing the path before you. Bumping into walls, tripping over the boulders, rolling through the mud. When, if we would just stop, pause even. Roll up our sleeves and get down to the "Nitty~Gritty".  The possibilities