a planted life | learning to love
I hit an emotional low this week. Last week I crashed from the adrenaline of responding to this pandemic in my church, community, family and hospital. This week I've cried. A lot. The normal low-level fatigue I live with has become high-level. The irritability that signifies my depression has been showing. Hot tears have been... Continue Reading →
I guess the people that decide such things would categorize me as a white evangelical. Depending on what you read or who you ask, in our current social context, that might sound like I'm a Trump-voting, Religious-Right, conservative Republican. I'm none of those. But I am white, and I am a Christian- by the amazing... Continue Reading →
The other day while driving to my oldest son's baseball game, this story came on the radio. It's about the producers memories of going on a tour of The National Great Blacks In Wax Museum in Baltimore, Maryland. She recalls with audible disturbance, the traumatic memory she has from her school tours through the museum... Continue Reading →
James and I spent most of yesterday and this morning in historic Jerome, Arizona. We stayed at the Surgeon's House, a bed and breakfast run by a very sweet lady named Andrea. The 100 year old Surgeon's house used to be the headquarters for nurses working for the local hospital before it was used as... Continue Reading →
Current happenings:1) Today is my first day of unscheduled activity since July 1st. I napped. Read a book for leisure. And went to the gym late.2) Yesterday I received a $2000 scholarship from the Sun Health Foundation for use towards my Bachelor's of Science in Nursing. I'm very thankful there are people in the community... Continue Reading →
I don't wake up full of vision and motivation. Actually, what motivates me most is the idea that my french press and single-origin coffee from Guatemala are just minutes away from awaking my senses with it's warm, toasty aroma. And on those days when I get my stiff, puffy-eyed body out of bed and make... Continue Reading →
I want to be a better writer. I've decided to challenge myself to a series of writing prompts, which I plan to post here. Writing for me is a way to digest life. Reading what others have written is like going out to dinner. Journaling is like making my own meal. Writing publicly on... Continue Reading →
I'm thinking of changing my blog title to: Sojourning Sheila {and so I did}.What I write reflects who I am. Six years ago, when I started blogging, I was inspired by the beauty of making a home and being a helper Imago Dei. I'm still inspired, yet, refined. Several years ago, my vision of being... Continue Reading →
(My Music/Metal-Detecting Man and his sons) I got up at 4 AM yesterday to *try* working out before going to work. I gave it a try. Unlike cleaning up my diet, changing my workout time to 4 AM had no beneficial effect other than feeling wide awake and ready to go at 5 AM. By... Continue Reading →
Cultivating Faithfulness 