Wellness, Health and Hope

On facebook I have a page called Wellness, Health and Hope.  It came about as a result of a diagnosis.

A year ago, following an extremely stressful year, I became ill.  In looking back, my doctor and I believe I had this illness for quite awhile.  Sadly, it was never diagnosed, so damage had been done to my body.

With the help of a new doctor, (the one who correctly diagnosed the issue), and lots of research, I have begun the path to repairing what can be repaired, and maintaining so that more damage to my health does not occur.  It’s difficult, to say the least, and takes a level of discipline and planning ahead, that I have never had before.

I have become a blog, book, and website junkie.  Always looking for information that can help me along this path.  Fortunately for me, there are people who are walking this path, and the info they share is so helpful.  I am not sure I could do this alone.  I try to share the things that are most helpful, including recipes, on my facebook page.  I want help bring hope to those who are suffering, especially those who have yet to get the correct diagnosis.  I want to be that encouragement that tells them to not settle with the diagnosis that tells them they are “fine” and it’s (essentially) all in their head.  Nothing worse than knowing you are not well, and then being told you are crazy on top of all that.

I have one of many types of auto immune diseases.  I try not to speak to just my own, but to the common core elements to all of these illnesses.

Some of  issues that seems to be common throughout are being tired (..always tired), depression on some level, and inability to fight off colds and flus.  Since we are going into flu season I thought a good way to raise awareness to my facebook page, would be to do a giveaway.  If you can comment, and let me know what you would like to see on Wellness, Health and Hope, I will send you a bottle of Flu Bomb.  It is a mixture of DoTerra essential oils, and coconut oil, that when used correctly, can help you fight off all the nasty bugs that are going around.  It’s fabulous!  I plan on giving away 3 bottles total between this blog, my facebook page, and my Instagram.  Since I have never talked about my health issues on this blog (until today), your chances of winning are pretty good!

Have a beautiful, health filled weekend! flubomb





In talking to my daughter, my sister and to a few other friends about having the “blues”, (or dealing with depression, or even about having motivation, when all you want to do is procrastinate), I came across a few blogs that I sent out to them that I felt were note worthy.  Among them was one I had saved a few years ago, and I think it is time to share

Big Dreams Require Big Dreamers


These are a few of my favorite things

Maybe it is because I grew up with parents that lived through the depression.  Perhaps it is my generation of “the one with the most toys wins”. Could I be a hoarder?  No, not me!!! What is it then?  Why is it that when I set out to clear out my house, that it seems to get more full?

I have spent the past year away from home.  My father-in-law was dying of cancer.  Since my husband and I seemed like the best candidates for the duty, we put out lives on hold and moved into my in-laws 11,000 ft home. It had already been planned that he would stay home until he died, and that as soon as he passed, my mother-in-law would move into a new home.  They had lived in that home for 58 years, and raised all five children there. We were married in that home.Their grandchildren, and great grandchildren had many memories at “Mer and Poppa’s”. The home was the place of gathering.  Wedding showers,  weddings, receptions, baby showers, Christmas’s, Easters, Thanksgivings & birthdays, to name a few of our cherished times together. All those happy times, and now, we were going to say good bye to my father-in-law, and good bye to this home.

During our time there, it was my husbands task to do the physical care of his father.  A few times a week, Hospice workers would come in, and they became fast friends.  My tasks involved cooking, and shopping.  This allowed my Mother-in-law to stay by her husband of 64 years.  She read book, after book to him. It was so comforting to hear her through the monitor that we had to keep in their room, so we could run back when the needs arose.

Looking around this large home, I knew that someone was going to have to start figuring out where all the belongings were to go.  My Mother-in-laws new home was essentially furnished, and much of what she owned would not match with the new decor.  What in the world would happen with the 11,000 sq feet of “stuff”?  I asked my MIL if I could start to work on cleaning out. It was very important to her that, appearance wise, nothing looked different for my Father-in-law.  she didn’t want it to feel like the vultures had swooped in.  She gave me one closet to clean out.  Each day I would ask what I could do next.  SLOWLY, she gave me more little tasks.  My husband tackled the workshop, and the lab. I tackled the guesthouse, and day by day, as my Father-in-laws strength began to fade, I would move closer inside.  His world became smaller, limited to bedroom, bathroom and office, and so now I could make more headway.  I was not yet at liberty to call in a collector, or remove large pieces, but the cupboards began to empty out.

When my FIL finally died, we began to pack my MIL for her move.  It was decided she would move the following week, and the memorial would be held in the family home 2 weeks after that.  She asked that the house be empty by that time.

The house was put on the market the day before my FIL died, and the first showing was that same day.  The day my MIL moved, we had the Realtor caravan, as well as the movers. Chaos.  Even writing about this right now, almost causes a panic attack.  Oh, did I mention that my husband and his brother went fishing that day?

That next 2 weeks consisted of collectors, packing, cleaning, house showings, trips to the thrift store, and no sleep. The more I cleared, the more I saw for the first time.  How had I never noticed this beautiful chair, or lamp, or painting, or…. I began to get sentimental about things that were not even mine. I loved it all, and I hated it all.  This “stuff” was becoming the death of me.  I did not sleep for weeks.  I wanted everything to be exactly as my MIL wanted it to be for the memorial.  I’m not even sure anyone really even noticed. We were there for each other.  That day, everyone gathered up the belongings they wanted. In reality, that was the day that I realized that the things that meant the most to everyone were not the priceless antiques, but the memories of the pool parties, the tennis court, the tea house, the gardens. It wasn’t the stuff, it was the times spent together.  Even now, as my husband and I look around at the few things we did bring home, they really don’t mean anything. Those things are not Jack, or Marilyn (my in laws). They are not special away from the home that they were purchased for.  They are “things”.

So, now to the title of my rambling. What are my favorite things? What are the things that are important?

Love, hope, peace, understanding, faith, family, friends, the greatness of God, Creation, Caring for others, simplicity!   These are the things that really bring joy.I need to remember that, and clean my house!

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Romans 15:13 NIV













Celebration of life

When a lover of Christ leaves this present life, their life is traded in for a new, and more glorious eternity in the presence of God almighty. This is why friends, and family refer to the gathering as a “Celebration of life”, instead of a funeral.

In the small community that I have called home for more than 21 years, we have had far too many “celebrations” for those who we feel as too young to be taken from this world, into the next.  So many young siblings, and parents left behind to try to grapple with the hole that has been left in their homes and hearts.   Of course most of them truly believe that their child/sibling/friend is in heaven, and for that they rejoice, but the pain is in the separation.

Today our community said their good byes to another sweet young woman.  A packed school gymnasium full of most of the community was there, “Celebrating” and yet missing their child.

I have reflected on this time, and the times previous, and I have wondered somethings about the church.  We as believers know that Christ died. We know that, HE too, is in heaven right now.  There are other similarities to the losses of those we no longer have among us..  There was HIS life here on earth.  The lives HE touched.  The people HE loved. The history and impact of life. There were those who felt empty when HE was  gone from their presence.  Of course,with Christ there was and is SO much more.   HE was resurrected, .  HE forgives our sins. HE gives life eternal, which is why our saved loved ones can be in the presence of GOD. HE IS GOD!

So, out of curiosity, if we truly believe all this, then why do we not pack the house each and every week to remember all HE has done for us, grieve for the things that were done to HIM, and for us, and CELEBRATE HIS life?

My journey/transistion 2006-2007

My journey/transistion – 2006-2007

Current mood:hopeful

How can all of this have happened in one year?  Lord, what is it that you are dong?

Don’t question your will, just don’t want to miss it…or you!

One year ago we owned a thriving business, now nothing.

One year ago, never broken a bone. now broken.

One year ago I had a Daddy, now gone.

One year ago, could you have paid me to take a group of high school students to LA to camp out, and hang out with the homeless? Don’t know. Yet,did it, loved it, didn’t get paid, and wouldn’t want to get paid.  Fell in love with each and every student, and with their heart for others, one another and the God they serve.

What else does God have for the future?  Don’t know, but can’t wait to see.

God is so good.