Ramblings of a Middle Age Woman – I Told Ya My Dog is Nuts!

If you guessed that this post was about Lola again, you guessed correctly!!

You know how MOST dogs fear going to the vet? Probably have to drag them in kicking and whining?

Yeah, not Lola.

She freaking loves the vet!

Even when she gets a shot like today!

She’ll pull your arm off going in the door and yank the leash out of your hand to get behind the counter to the receptionist.

She’ll greet every person (and animal) in the room wanting attention.

She’ll lovingly jump all over the vet when he walks in the door. He then gets nose to nose with her, bear hugs her onto the table where he proceeds to love on her while giving her the shot and checking her out.

I really think if we left her there, she’d be ok.

But I wouldn’t do that. I’d be lost without her.

I just wish I could be more like her at times. There are a lot of things that I’m afraid to do – even when I feel God calling me out to do them. I have faith in God – a lot of the time I don’t have faith in me and I’m scared of the unknown. But then I’m reminded that it’s NOT about me. It’s not about if I can do it. It’s having faith that God is more than enough to lead me through and give me the ability to do whatever He has called me to do.

Suzie Eller in her book “Come With Me” writes, “Our not enough becomes more than enough when we give it to God.”

Give it to God. That’s something that I’m still working on.

Philippians 4: 6 – 7
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Good night and God Bless



Ramblings of a Middle Age Woman – Weather

Have you ever noticed that when you talk to someone you really don’t know that well, or maybe even someone that you really don’t like, you tend to talk about the weather?

No! I’m not saying I don’t like ya all!

But the weather seems to always be a good conversation filler.

I’ve made it a point to write every day for a week, and while I know that it’s going to come to a point where I only make a couple of blog posts a week, I’m trying to get back into the mindset of blogging. Tonight though my mind was working on this other topic that is going to end up taking some research. So I decided on the weather.

Oh it was soooo pretty today! Too pretty to work which I had to do anyway. Who else enjoyed the beautiful weather today? Unless you didn’t have beautiful weather. And if you didn’t, I’m sorry but I hope you enjoyed your day.

Before I say goodnight, I am going to ask for a favor.


This past week I’ve had quite a few likes and I thank you for that. Makes me happy to see a few people reading my blog. But there haven’t been many comments. Tonight I want to ask a question and I’m hoping for some answers, so please comment!

Out of Jesus’ disciples, which one do you connect with more? And is there a reason why?

Hope you all have a wonderful evening.

Jeremiah 33:3
Call to Me and I will answer you and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known.

Good night and God Bless

Ramblings of a Middle Age Woman – Say Yes

If Jesus stood in front of you today and said “Come. Be my disciple.” What would you say?

I’m talking about now. Not during Jesus’ time, not right after you accepted Christ, not before you strayed from Him. Now. Right this moment. What would be your reaction? Would you say yes to Him without hesitation?

If I were honest, and I’ve decided I will be, if Jesus stood in front of me today, held out His hand and asked me to be one of His disciples, I’m afraid I would have all kinds of excuses.

I have accepted Him as my Lord and Savior. There is no question on that. But to go teach the lost and spread His word. To step out of my comfort zone and fully trust where He is leading is something I so struggle with.

There’s always excuses. The main being why would anyone listen to me? I’m a nobody.

What was Peter? A common everyday fisherman.

Matthew 4:18 – 20
While walking by the Sea of Galilee, He saw two brothers, Simon (who is called Peter) and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. And He said to them, “Follow Me and I will make you fishers of men.” Immediately they left their nets and followed Him.

His name at the time Jesus called him out was not on everyone’s lips. I would even go so far to guess that because of his profession he was looked down on by many. Yet Jesus chose him to be one of His disciples.  Even after Peter denied Him, Jesus forgave Him and used him to help build His church.

Oh wait this is a good excuse. I’m divorced. Three times actually. We won’t get into all the things I’ve done that people would judge me on. People will look down on me and not listen because of my past. I’m ashamed and there’s no way Jesus can use someone like me.

Take a look at Matthew. He was a tax collector. Right off that tells you in those days that people hated him. He cheated, lied, and stole. Yet when Jesus called him to follow Him, he did so without hesitation. He didn’t question if God could use him. He didn’t give excuses why Jesus should choose someone else. He said yes.

Matthew 9:9
As Jesus passed on from there, He saw a man called Matthew sitting at the tax booth, and He said to him, “Follow Me.” And he rose and followed Him.

All of these men that Jesus called led lives that were not so different from you and I. They weren’t famous. They were common men. And at the end of Jesus’ life, they panicked and ran away. They left Him. But when Jesus arose, it was these men He came to. These men He spent time with before He ascended into heaven. These men He charged with telling the world about Him.

Acts 1:8
But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be My witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.

No matter your age. No matter where you are from. No matter your past. No matter your excuse, say YES to Jesus. Say yes to following Him and trust that He has a purpose and plan for your life.

Good night and God Bless



Ramblings of a Middle Age Woman – My Dog Is Crazy

Do you love dogs?

I do. I have three. Two miniature chihuahuas and one boxer. All three are females. My male chihuahua I had to put to sleep last year before Christmas and that was the hardest thing I ever had to do.

The three chihuahuas were planned. Well, two I bought, then they made babies, and I ended up keeping one.

Lola, the boxer, is a different story.

She started out being my son’s dog because he found her eight years ago when she was a pup walking across the parking lot where he worked. Ads were run and people were contacted but no one claimed her, so he kept her. Since he’s had her, she probably has only lived away from my house a total of a year.  This last time, he moved somewhere he couldn’t have dogs so she came back to me. And hasn’t left nor is she going to. She’s my baby girl.

She loves car rides and being outside when I am.  Plus she made me get active. Seriously.  Because of her, I walk every day.

There are times she is just crazy though. Seriously crazy.

She won’t listen to me. She loves for some unknown reason to chase bees. BEES ya all. Living, flying, BIG, bees. Luckily she has not caught one. But I can’t get her to stop. No matter that I know that bee will hurt her if she catches it. She tries all the time. I know what’s best for her but she doesn’t care.

Reminds me of me. How many times has God put road blocks up to keep me from doing something and I did it anyway?  How many times have I been hurt because of it? Too many times to count. You would think I would learn my lesson but I do it over and over. So many times I’ve plunged head on into things without prayerfully considering it to see if that is what God wanted for me. God knows best for me but so many times I haven’t listened. 

I’m just as crazy as my dog.

Thankfully , my God is a loving Father that picks me up, dusts me off, and doesn’t give up on me. He doesn’t stop loving me nor taking care of me.

Just like I don’t stop loving Lola and taking care of her.

Psalm 121:2
My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth.

Good night and God bless


What better way to spend a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon than watching a baby? And having that baby fall asleep on you.

It was pure bliss.

I love my boys – they are my world. They’ve put up with my mistakes and forgave me for the hell I put them through.

Just like I’ve forgiven them for whatever hell they may have put me through.

They’ve just been grown up for a long time now. Out of that cuddly, huggable, snuggly stage. But I’m proud of the men they’ve become.

Then around Christmas this little girl appeared in my life and she’s stolen my heart. This heart always belongs to God, but He’s made it big enough for all the people around me that I love and that now includes Ana.

She may not legally be my granddaughter yet (I will NEVER say step granddaughter) but I think of her as mine. Having her fall asleep on me today, snuggling close made me realize how lucky I am that this perfect little girl came into my life. She snuggled with me and fell asleep, trusting that I was going to keep her safe. She’s only known me for a short period of time but she had faith in me.

That’s what our relationship with our Father should be like. That simple, trusting, non questioning faith that He is there and He will always be there. Rest in His arms and trust that He will protect you.

Luke 18: 16 – 17
But Jesus called them to him, saying, “Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God.
17 Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.”

Hebrews 11: 1
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.

God, Our Father in Heaven,
Thank You for Your Son who died so we can be Your children. So we can stand before You, sinners washed clean by Christ’s blood. Thank You for calling us to You. Thank You for saving me. Father, allow me and all who reads this to lay in Your loving arms tonight. To have that faith of a child. To trust and know that You are there. Thank You Father. You are my Father and I want that faith of a child.
In Jesus precious name, Amen.

Good night and God Bless


Friday, 4/22/16, Ramblings of a Single Middle Age Woman


So, before I sign off to go to bed, I feel the need for us to get completely honest.  Deep breath. Here goes. I love to color. Now don’t you dare tell me I’m the only one. It’s Friday. Be honest. You like to color too.

Tell me though why the idea of adults coloring is just NOW becoming cool and acceptable. It’s therapy I’m told. Yeah right. Tell that to my best friend who gets stressed out because she can’t stay in the lines. To me it’s fun and in a way reminds me a little of my childhood. Either way I think it’s something that should have been accepted by society before now. So now I own four (yes I said FOUR) adult coloring books and tons of markers, crayons, and colored pencils. I’m in heaven. I can’t draw worth a crap and I’m not good at staying in lines but that’s ok. I love COLOR! And I love to color.

Something else that’s become a hobby of mine in the last year is journaling. Actually, it’s something I’ve done on and off now over the years but I’ve really stuck with it this last year.  Almost ordered a Bible that was a Journaling and a coloring Bible but it was continuously sold out so I’ve put that off for awhile. Instead ordered just a Journaling Bible and received it last week and I love it!! (Can you use love this many times in a blog post?) Honestly. I highly recommend it to anyone who might be thinking about getting a Journaling Bible.

Knowing that I love to color and journal, I had a friend who put together a coloring journal that she is giving away if you subscribe to her blog. My first thought was – a free coloring journal!! After I downloaded it and printed it, I was like free?? This is so good you could be selling it. But she knows that God wanted her to share this with her readers and I’m glad she is. This journal has 7 days of Journaling and coloring with scripture verses included on each page and a prayer on the Journaling page. I love the idea and applaud her talent for creating this beautiful, inspiring journal and sharing it with her readers.  Unfortunately I am NOT that talented so I will not be offering something like this. What I will do is tell you where you can go to get yours. http://www.kellybasham.com.
Trust me – you’ll love it because we are being honest here and admit we like to color!

So this middle age woman is signing off for the night to go read my Bible before bed. Good night and God Bless.

Thursday (4/21/16) Ramblings of a Single Middle Age Woman

Don’t ya love the title?

I do.

If I sit down and think about what I’m going to write, I end up spending more time stressing over the title. Then by the time I settle on one, I don’t want to write the post. This was catchy and one I can use over and over and over again.

Middle aged. ugh! Well I did start out with old and changed it. People say you are only as old as what you feel. If that were true I’d be retired and living at the beach.

The intention tonight was to write something to link back to Suzanne Eller’s blog for her #livefreeThursday and the subject How Big is Your God. I’m not for sure that I can answer that question.

It’s not that I question how big is my God – my God is big enough to handle anything. He’s proven it time and time again. I question myself and why I forget how big He is. When trouble strikes or things seem bleak, instead of being confident that my God can handle it, I panic. Look to people and/or things to try to make things better. Then when I do FINALLY turn to God, if He doesn’t answer in a timely manner or like how I think He should, I still run to people and/or things. It may not be until later, after it’s all over, that I look back and go yeah – that’s my God.

There was one time in my life that I actually didn’t panic – at first. When I sat in the surgeon’s office and listen to him tell me he was 99% sure it was cancer but it was fixable. He kept waiting for me to fall apart, be worried, ask a million questions. But I didn’t. I sat there and said yes I know. It’s going to be ok. I watched God’s healing hand on my mom when she fought breast cancer and I knew He could do the same for me. It was later when I let life (divorce, problems with kids, financial difficulties) get to me and I acted in a way I shouldn’t have. I turned to things of the world to make me feel better and loved during my fight with cancer instead of totally relying on God.

Then when my biggest fear of being alone crashed down on me, when I had no where else to turn, when months of being a virtual reality junkie and computer gamer nerd ran it’s course, I sat back and took a long hard look at things that had happened and where I was. One thing was clear – God was there. He had never left. I’m the one who had moved away from Him.

But you know what? He took me back. My God is big enough for anything. And He’s big enough to forgive me for messing up and love me anyway. That’s how big my God is.

How Big Is Your God