Refinement – My Word of the Year!

I take each year quite seriously. I plan, design and execute the years in a way that will make me a better person in some way.

This year feels as if it is the beginning to an end.

The grand finale to a long decade journey of losing myself and finding myself. And this post is actually just for me…. A documentation you might say that I can look back on to see…. That I made it!

My prior posts have adequately explained former situations so I won’t go into much detail. This post is more like a proclamation of what moving forward looks like to me.

If you ever saw the movie Dressmaker (free with Amazon Prime) then you most likely recognize the photo. The lead in the movie has grown up in this town and they were cruel to her. She goes back to take care of her mother while she is in search for who she really is.

In short, she finds out the truth… and on her way out of town… she lights it on fire and burns it to the ground.

She has essentially refined her past through fire. Cleaned up all the loose ends and found her true self.

I loved the movie.

No I am not going to lite things in my world on literal fire. But I am going to figuratively use this process.

The definition of Refinement is:

The process of removing impurities

or unwanted elements from a substance


The process of removing impurities or unwanted elements from a substance

Let’s break this down to fit my life…

‘Substance’ is me. My life is the substance that needs to be refined.

‘Impurities and unwanted elements’ are the things that occur around me or to me that are unhealthy for me or unnecessary to reach my goals in any way.

‘Process of removing’ will be how I clean up my life and keep it on the correct path to come.

What’s this all mean?

It’s quite simple: You do you, and I’ll do me!

I am removing everything in my life on how other’s think I should be living my life and taking the steering wheel back. I am tired of holding myself back so as I don’t upset someone else. I’m tired of people telling me they can’t be like me when I have never asked them to be! Only to have them heap their shame on me months later because they aren’t, get this… Like me! I am tired of carrying words that hurt me around as if I am supposed to own them!

I won’t allow other’s shame to be put on me in the form of comments on what I should or shouldn’t be doing. When in reality, I have lived the last few years listening to people make excuses after excuses about the way they live and how there is no way out for them and then heap shame on me when they see me accomplish the start of my dreams.. I am done holding ‘me’ back.

Me working my ass off is not a bad thing. It’s me being me!

I am far from perfect, but I continue to strive to be a better person! Every day!

This is my life. No one else can have this life. But me…. if you make a comment to me about how I do things as if it’s a bad thing and not something you can achieve, be prepared for it to be hit right back into your ballpark. Let me…. be me!

I look at this way.. I can be this person:

Or I can choose to be happy.

I can choose to laugh.

I can choose to dance.

I can choose to be the best version of me out there.

I can choose to constantly be learning new things.

I can choose JOY!

I can choose not to care what people think and hop on a scooter and live the only life I have. In my true authentic way.

I need a scooter…

and red tennis shoes..

but I have something to strive for here!

Look at her smile!

No more dumping shame on me.

How about we each work on being the best version of us we can be. And learn to support each other during the process?

You know. The version of you that is authentic and nothing like anyone else! Don’t say your in unless you are willing to do the hard work! I’m not even joking!

Crazy sounding, I know. So how about this:

You do you and I’ll do me!

Looking Back at Happiness

Over the last several years I really started to look back at who I was before I moved to my community. Something just felt off, and honestly, I wasn’t liking who I was becoming.

It felt as if something was drastically missing in my world and this last year I actually intentionally withdrew from a lot of things I did… So I could focus on finding the happiness I once had.

What was it? How did I have it? and where did it go?

I remember laughing a lot more then I currently did. I remember the jokes I used to throw around and the funny quirks I used to say. How I would dance for no other reason then to dance.. Anywhere.

But most of all, I remember smiling! A lot!

So, what happened?

It brings back a song by casting crowns….

This video depicts the slow fade as infidelity and the loss of a marriage… But stick with me for a minute… Is there really a difference when you are looking at the fade of one’s happiness? Look at the lyrics:

It’s the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings Be careful little feet where you go For it’s the little feet behind you that are sure to follow It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid When you give yourself away People never crumble in a day It’s a slow fade, it’s a slow fade

What if the slow fade of giving myself away was the moment I started hiding my happiness and changing the way I dressed in my attempt to fit in?

What if I slowly started changing myself in an attempt to be liked, or accepted?

What if this darkness I feel pulling the strings is really that… an evil that has pulled others into its web and has come for me?

What if I admit I actually hate fleece! And the only reason I wear it is because it keeps me warm.

I didn’t crumble in a day. It took a decade of me, trying to fit in, till I realized I missed me!

I miss the true form of happiness that comes from the inside. I miss the authentic version of me that brings on the laughter that is followed by a nose snort. I miss being real and the not holding back me.

I miss me!

So this is what I did this last year. I Looked back at who I was and where and when the happiness left. Covid actually made it really easy to disengage from society.

It wasn’t all at once. It was literally a slow fading… piece by piece. Me giving myself away to the pressure to fit in.

People would comment on how I wore makeup. And to fit in I stopped! Not many wear make up in my area. I used to love to go into town and have someone do my makeup and show me the new products on the market. I loved samples! But I don’t know anyone here that’s actually gone and had their makeup done by a professional! So I gave up trying. Slow Fade….

People would say I was overdressed or comment on my clothing and I literally changed the way I dressed. I loved my high heels and my cute pants all dressed to the 9’s! I now have a closet full of jeans and t-shirts and I miss my Ralph Lauren clothing. Slow Fade….

People actually said I was too happy when I talked. And you guessed it, I toned it down! Slow Fade…

I changed myself because I wanted to fit in. I was told simply by wearing the clothes I was wearing I was bragging! I was a show off. So I turned the dial on me down, in an effort to fit in. Slow Fade…

By doing so, I changed the person that God made me to be.

The only thing I didn’t change was my hair! Not for a lack of them trying however. The first 2 years of living here I couldn’t find a stylist that could create the hair I had to save my life. The photo’s prove it! I now drive 90 minutes to a town that has this amazing lady that not only does my hair perfectly as the real me desires… but she is awesome! Well worth the drive!

God made us in His image. He made some of us to stand out and some of us to melt into the wallpaper. I’m not a wallpaper kind of gal! Far from it. And I know, I’m not for everyone. In fact, very few people in my area understand me. And even some that think they do…. honestly, don’t. But if God made me and wearing a cute necklace while doing farm chores makes me happy…. then darn it, I’m wearing that necklace!

I don’t have the right to change who God made me to be!

But neither do the people that made all those comments about me and who I was. It was my fault for changing myself. But I can’t help but wonder why people would judge me so harshly for who I was and not just accept me for simply being me?

Or what about me made them set out to tell me to tone it down? Yes, there words. I was told in many ‘confidential’ conversations that I needed to change who I was. That my friends is not Godly, but evil!

Years before I realized, that evil people took great joy out of sucking the happiness from joyful people. Now, here me out. I am not saying that these people that said these things were evil in anyway. I am saying somewhere in this community are people that have evil tendencies that take immense joy in causing happy people to also be miserable.

This I know for a fact. I have seen it. The conversations that lead to putting someone else down for simply being their real authentic self has got to stop!

No one has the right to change you. No one!

And we have got to be bold enough to embrace the version of us that God made us to be and not back down from it. Don’t try to be someone that ‘fits in’. Be someone that is unique and different and embrace that about yourself. Even if it means you will never fit in.

I allowed people to change me by the judgement they placed on me. Judgement that was not Godly at all! That was my mistake!


God doesn’t care if I wear make up or jeans. He doesn’t care if I have short hair or long hair. He doesn’t care if I wear flip flops or Bandolino’s!

What God care’s about is my character and how I shine Jesus for other’s to see. He cares about my walk with Him and how I love others. And I can not love others effectively if I don’t love myself in the way He made me to be.

Which brings me to my new year… Because loving others doesn’t mean I allow myself to be used by others. It means I value myself to be used by God!

There is a huge difference in that!

2020 The Year I Wanted To Quit But Didn’t. And What I Learned.

This is the week I step back clean up stuff from 2020 while contemplating what I want to focus on for the coming year.

It’s the week I set aside for me. To hold myself up and look at what I accomplished and judge myself with my critical eye… Did I do what I set out to do for the year? And what do I need to work on going forward?

2020 was the year that threw us all the curve balls and then as we tried to juggle them all at once….

It bit us in the ass.

And I mean seriously!

I won’t go into detail, because we all were affected. And when I mean all.. I mean ALL!!!

2020 gave us it’s best shots!

And I am happy to report I am still standing.

It’s actually a little odd however, when I sit back and look at what happened through the year. In December I declared the word for the year was #Unleashed.

To me this was the year I was going to go for it! Say the yes’s and see where that took me! Not stop and not give up and keep moving towards where I felt I was being led.

And I did that!

Even though I wanted to give up several times.

And it would have been so much easier to have folded in the towel and just walked away!

So so so much easier!

But I didn’t. I held on and while at times I could be found in tears or screaming at a random piece of wood that did nothing to me… I didn’t give up.

It was the year I literally documented an entire build of a house all filmed, edited and uploaded by me! It was also the year I had to think outside the box. Because when the pandemic hit and the lock-downs started all my internet uploading spots CLOSED and I was no longer allowed on campuses to use the internet!

So, since I am not quitting, I gathered my stuff up and packed a lunch and learned how to upload my video’s while sitting in my car, in the parking lot and using the wifi of said college in a safe social responsible way.


2020 was the year I was so looking forward to actually shopping and buying furniture for the newly built home. We finally get residency and 2 hours later received word our state was locking down. Furniture stores are now closed and no word in sight of when they will come back up. I wait the 2 weeks and it now turns into 4 weeks.

This is where my not quitting, finding a way attitude kicked in and I called the lumber yard and asked if they still delivered and promptly called them back with a large order when they said ‘yes’.

See, Parr Lumber doesn’t have the quitting attitude either!

They dropped off lumber the next week and I proceeded to build all my furniture!

Piece by piece!

Most everyone on my facebook feed was complaining about reruns and I was wishing I could just rest for a bit.

My build list was extensive. Garage shelving all 40 ft of it, Recycle Center, Master Bedroom bed, Maggie Graces bed/night stand, Office furniture, Dining room table, coffee table, side tables and a list of items to refinish in between it all!

I’m actually shocked I finished it all and then some!

The year also taught me how vicious some people in our community could actually be. My heart hurt as I saw people ruthlessly tear each other apart. Such needless pain that I noticed myself pulling away from a community that I so desperately wanted to be a part of. I found I no longer wanted to assimilate in to their culture. As the months drifted on I noticed myself finding other ways to connect with people that had the same values as me which led me further away from my community. People that cared for one another no matter what there last name was. Or where they were born.

It was a harsh lesson to learn. But one I didn’t say ‘no’ to. I allowed the painful process to work it’s way through my heart and into my soul. As it reached my soul I knew I was done! A line had been drawn in myself that would forever keep me from desiring to belong.

It was apparent, I would never fit in no matter how good or bad of a person I was. One is not judged on their content of character here, but by their last name. One is not judged by there pure motives or knowledge, but the generations they have lived here. One is not judged by their good, honest, works or integrity, but simply by their genetic line, no matter how mean or ruthless they are.

It became clear I was battling Tribalism.

I might go deeper into Tribalism at a later date. But for now, it was a tremendous eye opener and one I allowed myself to delve deeper into. Studying and really looking in to the way it works in the community I reside in was actually mesmerizing… Till you see all the people it literally tears apart and the line of bodies it leaves in its wake. And the people that just… don’t… care.

It broke my heart.

If you are a local and reading this… don’t suddenly call me and want to get together for coffee.. because I see right through you. We’ll meet at some cute local place and sometime during coffee you’ll bring up this post and want to know exactly all the details…

Ya, I’m literally done. I make my own Latte’s at home now.

I spend my time on my land or out on the trails with God and His pure beauty designing a new life and what exactly that will look like.

2020 was also the year we lost our beloved Maggie Grace to a massive seizure. Living so far away from actual help by the time we drove her in to a town with a vet that was open her body had given up.

It might sound like 2020 had nothing good to offer, but that would be a lie. I learned through Maggie’s passing that she left a legacy that is literally saving lives still after her passing. And that is worth celebrating! She also chose Joy every day she was alive even to her last day! So that right there is a huge lesson us humans can learn from!

So what does this year coming forward have in store for me? I am actually excited to proceed further from this point on. Although I am sure many will be shocked with this new insight I have and how I will be moving forward with life. But for me… we will leave more for later this week.

I am so excited!

Our Crumbling Communication System in The Age of Technology

2020 is the year we no longer question.

Quite frankly, I am just sitting back and letting it roll through, analyzing all the data and learning opportunities of where I can improve upon, that it surely is bringing.

I live in Tillamook County. And this month brought mass fires through our state. Tillamook didn’t escape this disaster as it did with the Murder Hornets and the Meth Alligators.

I should probably stop now and remind you my sense of humor will not be hidden even in these horrid times for so many that have lost so much. We all cope in different ways. This is mine.

Carrying on:

I have been noticing something odd in the last few years and it has to do with our communication system. The way in which we pass information to others and get the word out of disaster or such…. Is not as it used to be.

Let’s first remember, the original telephone service in short was genius in how it was created. It was well thought out and created in a way that even if we lost power… our phones will still work. Hence the reason I still actually have an old fashioned free AT&T phone I have owned for 35+ years. I can plug it into a phone jack and it will still make a call.

Even if I don’t have actual phone service. If there is a line connecting it to the actual phone company it will work to, at least, call 911 if I was to have an emergency. Or it used to.

That’s not guaranteed anymore.

Let me stop here and remind you that I was a 911 dispatcher for a decade and I have taken many calls from home phones that didn’t have service that were dire emergencies. This was of course… before our phone system was changed.

So many in this day don’t have home phone’s. They opt for cell phone’s only and there is even issues in this day and age with that. Recently, in the last year I have noticed more and more complaining about poor service. People switching carriers in an attempt to get better service, only to find it didn’t solve their issue. I am starting to believe it’s our cell towers. And not just in this area. I have spotty service in bigger cities that I have traveled to and hear of others complaining of the same. Are our towers overloaded? Old? Questions that I would love to have answers to.

First, let’s start with the old fashioned home phone. I have Centurylink. An old system that was only offered up in the part of the hill I live on. We get horrible service most of the time. But we don’t complain because we get service. The phone line carries our home phone service and internet service. It is, one step above dial up. I might add you don’t use this phone line to talk about private issues as it has been known to create a ‘partyline’ effect with your neighbors phone service. I know things I don’t want to know about my neighbors. We will stop at that!

Because they know the same about me till we all figured it out.

In regards to the internet, bring a book when you want to surf… because while you wait for a webpage to load you will need something to do. And zoom meetings are not possible. Trust me.. They are painful.

However, during this last disaster we were the only one’s that had service. The old antiquated lines were still delivering us phone and internet service. Not so for the people 2 miles away in town. The people in town, who had Spectrum phone and internet service had nothing. They still had cell service and could switch over to that, but with so many on it, I was hearing of complaints of being kicked off and timing out.

The people in the town further to the east of us had no cell service available to them. They had no internet, no phone, and with the lack of cell tower signal reaching them (a decision they voted against having when towers were first being installed) they had no cell service or data signals.

Keep in mind, in the olden days our phone system was set up to work, even when the power was out. The original designers of our system knew that if they created a system that we were going to become dependent on, wanted a system that wouldn’t fail us. Now, we have people that even if they had power would still have no phone service. Meaning, no way to get word out to the houses on the next block that a massive fire was coming their way.

No way for the 911 system to send an emergency phone alert to people in an entire town to ‘flee now’… That fire was at their door.

Here’s where we talk about cell phones. Many lost power. Power was being shut off to prevent the lines from arching and starting fires. Cell phone batteries were dying and there was no way to charge them. So even if a massive text alert went out.. which in some area’s they did. It couldn’t be relied upon to reach everyone. Because many people had no way to charge their phones.

It truly was a recipe for disaster as I was reading the accounts of what happened.

But you might be thinking a scanner would be a good option. And you would be correct.. in some area’s. But here’s the deal on that. Many agencies have gone to a frequency that isn’t picked up on the household scanner… It’s not so in my area. But the night of the wicked wind’s was evident that the scanner also was not a reliable source.

I live in an area that doesn’t have good reception for the scanner. Tillamook county is long and skinny and even with all the special frequencies programmed in, there are sections of the county I can not get. Like I can’t here dispatch… but if the officer is talking on the south frequency I can hear him. So over the air on the actual scanner I get part of the conversation… but not all. So I often listen to the scanner through the scanner app on my phone.

Which is great as long as I have power to keep the phone charged…. Right?

As I sat up listening to the activity going on the scanner became totally quiet. It was then I went to the Facebook scanner groups for our county and learned, there is a power outage that feeds the scanner into the app.

We are all, in my part of the county, in the dark of any activity going on. With the exception of the one’s that have actual scanners and back up power that were relaying the information through Facebook to us.

There are fires 14 miles to the south of me and 25 miles to the north. I stayed up, peering out the windows for a possible red glow that would be my only warning unless I had someone call me or message me.

But what about the community that didn’t have cell, internet, or home phone and now no scanner due to their mountains?

The next day while checking on family in my immediate area I realized they had no clue as to what was going on. That was the moment we set up the old fashioned phone tree. I would check with them twice a day and give them the information I had through their cell phone’s. They would relay it to the people in their area. It wasn’t perfect, but at least it was easing some anxiety as the fires were being put out and the town of Lincoln City was being saved.

That little town that had no way of communicating… would need to have had someone leave the area to get the information to bring it back. I have yet to hear of someone that had phone service in that area… I am sure someone there did… I will keep looking.

I sit here, in the age of technology with the super highway that we all have become so dependent on and wonder how we can fix these holes that we have obviously found.

Agencies took to their Facebook and websites to share the most up to date information… But did they realize that many in the community had no way to check the sites? and did they realize that their own websites couldn’t handle the traffic it was getting and we were getting error codes?

I would like to point out that I never got an error code with Facebook. It was able to handle the traffic.

My reason for pointing this out is to find a way to fix as many of these issue’s as possible.

For instances, we have learned that Facebook is more stable then a small town’s website. Instead of pointing people to the website for information… maybe we have learned that posting it directly to Facebook and the website would be the best option?

I commend the actual agencies that were posting their updates as often as they did on their Facebook site’s. People were able to like and follow the page and get direct updates delivered as a notification to their phone via Facebook. It was amazing to watch.

Personally as individuals, I feel we are the one’s ultimately responsible for our safety. With that in mind I have keep a battery pack charged in my purse at all times. It will fully charge my phone 2.5 times before it needs to be recharged.

I rarely, if ever let the car gas tank go below 1/2 a tank. This way I can deliver information to the area’s that are shut off if needed. The gas line’s were long with people trying to fill up.

I have extra batteries for the scanner. Because at least I can get half the conversation when they are in my area.

I am learning and taking note of which phone service people in my area have, and their secondary cell/home numbers area in written form so I can access them at anytime with or without power or service.

I think it should be noted that in an emergency we should limit our cell phone usage to emergency use only. To free the tower to the responder’s that were having issue’s getting their messages received and sent.

And honestly, I am thinking the old way of having a phone tree/ neighborhood delivering system is the way to go.

We need to remember, that during an emergency, not all neighbors will be notified and know what to do. It really is up to us individually to find ways to help get the word out in the best way possible for each of us. That will look totally different to you as it does to me.

In short, I saw our first responder’s do the most amazing job with what they had to work with. Which in my county was limited! I think our technology failed us all. We have come to know, love and depend upon it. Those of us that had the services can’t imagine what it was like for people without it. They literally had no clue as to if they were being evacuated or they were safe. Maybe it’s time to step back, analyze the different area’s in our county and the different services and how they were working and finding ways to create redundancy, so everyone is informed and can make the best choice for themselves. Back ups to our back ups. So when a disaster strikes…. people won’t be left in the dark.

And through this all I never once heard a HAM radio operator surface with what was going on…. I will have to check with my HAM friends and see what there take is on this.

When I was young my mother always had me memorize Aunt Jean’s phone number. “If anything ever happens to you or us and we get seperated and you can’t call home… call Aunt Jean.” She lived several hours away from all of us at the time and if we all have an emergency at the same time… well then… we were in trouble.

But that leads me to wonder…. Do you all have an Aunt Jean? Someone out of the area that you can make contact with so everyone that calls her can learn you all are safe?

There is something to be said about preparedness and plans isn’t there?

I’m pretty sure my parent’s were prepper’s and never told me.

Welcome To My Battlefield – Armor Up… This is War!

When I wrote my last article I was set on it being a single stand-alone article.  I wasn’t going to write anything further.  I was sharing my heart and the victory that can come from the hard internal work and that was it.

When I hit the ‘publish’ button I knew it wasn’t the last article.  Somewhere inside of me I heard ‘you need to share what it looks like on your battlefield.’

I sat there for 20 minutes praying about whether or not I even wanted to share the actual article on my feed.  Or just leave it floating in the internet clouds like so many things I write.  I never planned to write a visual description of one of my personal battlefields.

But here we are…

I am about to let you in on what exactly my battlefield looks like.  I have several.  This is just one of many.  Sometimes they are single battles, but don’t let it catch you off guard if during this tour, another battle from a field in the distance comes and fires a shot in the middle of an attack.

It’s been known to happen.


Here is where I give you all the warnings.  We are in the middle of a war and all war’s require armor.  Since this is my personal war… the armor is specifically designed to fight my enemies… and this is the training I went through to get prepared.

I read.

And read some more.

Once I realized what was going on internally, that I was literally under attack I headed for the bookshelves.  I read anything I could get my hand on that remotely spoke to me.  I started with ‘I Declare War’.

I actually read books on fighting wars and then moved on to books about how the brain works.  How we can reprogram our brain and the thought patterns by working on what we let it think about.

I then read massive books on motivation and building myself up… and moved straight on to books about leadership.. and what a good leader is.  Physical books and audio books.

I then read more personal motivational books.  And every day I would turn on YouTube and flood the first part of my day with positive motivational ‘I can do it’ type video’s.  I turned up the volume and let it sink in.

I sought out self-help, motivational, life-coaches online and subscribed to them online so they would flood my social media feeds every time I logged on.

This is what I learned:

The brain can be reprogrammed.  We aren’t stuck with what we continue to dwell on.  But reprogramming is HARD work.  For every 1 negative thought, I need 5-10 to just even it out.

Read that again….

Because, for every negative thought you allow yourself to think…. Just to cancel that thought out… you need 10 positive thoughts!

Meaning if I was going to be victorious over any single battle I was going to need massive positivity.

I read books on leadership, because I needed to be the commander of my battles.  I needed to be the one that took charge and led us onto the battlefield and over the victory line.  I can’t do that without knowledge of what a good leader looks like and how they act.

Because it took me so long to realize I was actually at war there were several casualties already left on the field.  So I had to work double time to carry then off the field.  Tend to their welfare and nurse them back to health.. and for some.. I had to be willing to let them go.  Cry the tears for them… and say the proper good-bye’s.

I had to mourn the losses… while still fighting the fight.

Which meant.. I had to get stronger.  FAST!!!

The story of this battle we are visiting is as follows:

While going through my divorce my sister chose not to speak with me.  I have been removed from her world.  Without reason.

This is the carnage so far…

Because I don’t know the reason as to why she no longer talks to me my brain is left to wonder.  This is dangerous territory…. Remember the 1 negative 10 positive rule:

What did I do that would cause my own sister not to want to help me?  Be with me?  Comfort me?  Did she ever love me?  Was she just tolerating me?  Did I say the wrong thing?  Can family be this thin?  Forgettable?  I thought family was for life?  Why isn’t it for life?  How can blood be so thin? How can blood disown blood?  If my own sister can do this to me will other’s?  How can I trust again?  Did I give her the wrong gift at Christmas?  Did I say something wrong?  Did I copy her hairstyle?  Does she hate how I talk?  Do I remind her of failure?  Why doesn’t she care enough to check on me?  Am I unlovable?  Is it that easy to throw me away?  Am I discard-able?  Will everyone discard me?  Why should I even bother?  Why do I care?  Should I care?  How do I stop caring?  Why does it seem so easy for her to erase me?  Am I erasable from the rest of the world?  Good lord, does everyone think this way of me?  Do they all just tolerate me?  I don’t want to be a bother to anyone!  What can I do to earn people’s affection?  How can I help me to like me?  Will everyone leave me?  If I show my problems will people just leave me?  What did I do?  What can I do differently to make her like me?  Did she hate me my whole life?  Growing up flases before my eye’s.,, Maybe if i wouldn’t have wanted to play with her barbies she would have liked me or loved me?  All those times I rescued her during her surgeries… was she just using me?  I thought I knew her?  This isn’t what I thought I knew.  Was she just playing me?  Is everyone just playing me then?  Using me?  How do I act in a crowd now?  How do I build a relationship?  Why bother trying to build a relationship if the other can dissolve me so quickly?  Why am I having such a hard time with this?  Why can’t I write her off?  What did I do?  How can I fix this?  ….

Standby for a moment.. while I battle a few things internally here.  Here’s a pretty picture of a Dalia to look at while you wait:


Let’s continue:

This is where I remind you to stay alert.  Shot’s come from all side’s.

Don’t worry, I got your 6 here.

The carnage is everywhere.  I am left not knowing and my brain is trying to process information so it can seek healing… or enough information to begin the closure process.

As we step onto the battle field we realize we have Confidence in the corner hiding.  She can’t understand so many things that have been ripped away from her.  Her once solid foundation if now damaged from the attacks and she doesn’t know how to rebuild.

We grab the back of her jacket and drag her off the battlefield.  The good news is she is still alive…. The bad news is she will be carrying the scars for years.  It’s a good leaders job to guide her through the healing process.  For now, we just get her off the field.

It isn’t too much farther onto the field that we find Esteem.  She is barely breathing with a slight pulse.  She is weighted down with so much baggage entangled in her heart that we aren’t sure she is salvageable.. But as her commander we recite the motto… ‘No soldier left behind’.  We grab her by the feet and drag her back to safety.  Her head bouncing on a few rocks as we duck the bullets overhead.  We leave her just off the edge of the battle field under a bush hiding from everyone around.  We mark her location and are determined to get her back.  For the moment we hear screams…

We’re going back in….

Doubt is in the middle of the field.  She has no cover and she is crying.  We can hear her cry’s as she slowly advances… ‘is this even worth it’

The bullet “It’s all your fault” is launched over her head following right behind it with “you are worthless”.

The good news is she is still advancing.  The bad is she is slow… inefficient and on the verge of giving up.  We grab her face between our hands and pull her up to meet our eyes….

Another bullet “Why even bother” flies between us both.  It almost grazed us.

Strongly we look into her face and say, “You got this.  Hang on and keep going this is worth it!  I promise you!!!  DON’T GIVE UP!!!”

We feel her perk up as we let her go…

we have no idea why we told her those words.  Our promise was full of hopes and dreams and unicorn sprinkles.  But it was all we had at the moment.  Because off to the right of us is Trust.  And she is laying face down.

Is she breathing?

We rush to her side.  Bullets launched in mass as we approach her.

“Just give up” “No one loves you” “Your own sister didn’t even love you”

And then it comes.  A missile from another battle field…. “Your ugly and worthless”  “No one will ever love you”  But this battlefield shot the wrong missile’s.  We’ve already won over these missile’s…. We pick them up and look them straight in the face and with mass determination and scream with clarity!

“I am not ugly!!! I am not worthless!!! I am LOVED!!!  I am the daughter of the ONE TRUE KING!!!!!”  and we throw it off the battlefield.  Our divorce battle should know better then to attempt an attack from the past!

We reach Trust.  She is not breathing.  She isn’t moving.  We stop and weep over her.  The carnage is too much to bare.  How do we rebuild all of this?  How do we rebuild Trust?

We find the strength and hoist her frail body up and over our shoulder as we call out to God for help!  We turn and slowly, as if you are in a movie (cue the music) fling her over your shoulder as we aim our weapon towards the enemy… and we continue to fire…. as we advance.

We advance.

Because that is what leaders and survivors do!

We full on advance… as we fire the shots!

“God chose me!!!”  “He loves me”  “He knows every hair on my head, have you read Luke 12:7?  I am worth more then sparrows!!!”  “Matthew 6:26, Look at the birds, I am more valuable then they are!” “Joshua 1:9 be strong and courageous. Don’t be afraid The Lord is with me!!”

We keep advancing, “You messed with the wrong woman!”

We carefully put Trust down at our side… Steady your feet, slightly bend your knees… lean forward, inhale, aim and fire….

“Psalm 27” We warrior scream… “You deploy your army against me… My heart will not be afraid’ though a war breaks out against me, I will still be confident. The Lord is my light and my salvation.  I am not afraid!!!  God alone is my Fortress!  He protects me!”  We recite not from memory not in order but from the heart… We make the words  our own and as we empty our final clip you slay the last demon “I am loved!!! I am worthy!!!  I am the daughter of the one true King and He alone is ALL I NEED!”

As the last enemy falls to the ground we slowly holster our weapon.  Wipe the tears from our drenched cheeks and drop to wrap our arms around Trust.  She is gone.  But We.  We are not.


With our tears falling freely, we allow yourself to grieve the lost of her once innocent ability to trust.  The trust one only has for your sister.

Slowly we wrap her tight in our arms and stand.  Turning back toward home we carry her lifeless body as we whisper to her.  “No soldier left behind!”  We begin our walk to bringing her home.

We know this battle isn’t over.  They will regroup and set up a new plan.  And we will once again arm ourselves.. there is no time to waist.  We must go right into training for the next attack.  We can’t stand to lose another warrior.

With Trust firmly in your arms you tap Doubt on the shoulder.. “We won!  It’s time for debriefing”  She lowers her weapon, kisses Trust on the forehead and walks beside you.

You motion to the bush where Esteem is laying.  Doubt reaches in and lifts her over her shoulder.  You both continue.

As you reach base camp you prepare for the proper mourning of Trust.  You must allow everyone the chance to mourn over her loss.  But you know it can’t be to long that they get weak.

Confidence is waiting at the door.  She has rested enough to gain a bit of strength.  She see’s Trust’s lifeless body and quickly rushes to grab her.

The evening is spent going over what happened and were they could have gone wrong.. they know the next battle will be tougher without Trust by there side but they immediately go into researching how to rebuild her.

It’s at this moment, when the battlefield is the quietest that if you listen closely, you can hear it…

They follow their leader… Gently, softly ever so faint you hear each one of them whispering….

“I’ve got this”  “My hope is in You Lord” “I will follow You!” “I am enough in this world”  “I can do all things through Christ who Strengthens me” “I am beautiful!”  “I did nothing wrong”  “Life is worth Living!”  “They hated You before they hated me” “You are worth following!”….

They know… they have to counterbalance each negative shot that hit them through the battle with 10 positives…

They recite continuously, reminding themselves that they are worthy and chosen.  And in the moment a negative thought attempts to sneak past the walls…. they aim up and take fire with quick positive rounds in rapid succession.

The enemy is real.  The battles while they may be inside our heads are battles that are to be fought.  We are made for more in this world… if we truly believed that, we would be living it out-loud with our own personal full on victory cry!

My battlefield is different then yours.  As yours is different then anyone else’s.  The words you use to build yourself up will be unique to you.  The weapons you use must be hand made, sought out and internalized for them to work.  This isn’t the time to shoot a half-hearted barely believed statement over the bow… The enemy wants that.

The enemy wants you to think that it’s everyone’s fault.  Your fault.  That people are worthless.  It wants you to give up.

But you know this is your battle.  The damage that is done to you seeps into every aspect of your life, infecting others in ways you never intend.  So to keep the external carnage low, you must do the internal work.

It’s as you are doing the internal work you will find that God is sending you people along the path to pick you up and help you rebuild.  Allow them.  Allow them in and around you to love on you.  But don’t stop doing the work.  It is your job to continue the fight so they don’t become carnage in your battlefield.

Together, through community you will find healing.

Together, through community you will be able to help others.

This is the time to do the work.  Seek the books, listen to the podcasts, watch the video’s and fill yourself with such amazing positivity that when the arrows come flying…. you can catch them with your bare hands.

Soldier on…. To victory!

At this moment I would like to give  you insight.  Just before I started the proof read I went downstairs and asked my husband to drop what he was doing and find me a battlefield scene on YouTube.  My only request was it had to be a scene where someone was fighting and carrying a solider while fighting… He knew nothing else of what I was writing… He sent me the clip above a few moments later.  And as I watched it I marveled over how amazing our God truly is… that he provided the most perfect video as to what our actual battles look like.  

I am off to spend the day with my man and fill my mind with positive thoughts of just how far I have come…. and how much strength I have gained from all the work it has taken.  Don’t give up!  



Being At War And Why I Choose To Be Victorious!

This week my husband walks in the door to me being honest with him when he asks how I am.  “I am in a battle at the moment”  I begin.

I go on to open my heart and tell him about a long battle within my family.  He knows of this battle and all the details.  What he doesn’t know is that I am once again struggling with it.  It is one where I have no clue what I did and have come to terms with the fact that, I, never will.

But this time is different.  This time I am choosing not to be silent.  This time I am choosing not to roll over and make peace so everyone else can have happiness as I am victimized all over again.

This time I am standing in the kitchen explaining to my adorable husband words that I have NEVER spoken before.  “I am the victim in this!  I refuse to be victimized any further.  This isn’t my fault and I’m done!”

You see, in 2005 when I got the courage to leave the man that was abusing me in ways I never shared to anyone (but my now amazing husband and my therapist), my sister chose to not speak to me.

At all.

Ever again.  Unless we were in a family function to make it appear as if there was nothing wrong.  and we were only in a family function twice in these 15 years.

At this moment most of you are shaking your head because you never heard of me having a sister.

I did have a sister.  She was THE most beautiful person I had ever met.  She could do no wrong in my world.  I idolized her and wanted to be her and I sold my soul to follow her every whim.  All the way up to 2005, when my existence was wiped clean from her world.  I no longer existed.

I wasn’t given the decency of a phone call or a coffee date to talk over what I had done.  I wasn’t offered a chance to defend myself.  I was never told what it was.  I was officially not a part of her world.  I wasn’t even left a post-it-note!

I was crushed.

To my core.

I was in a full fledged dangerous divorce while at the same time suffering the death of my sister.  The only problem was, she was still physically alive!

And I was slowly dying inside.

Not knowing what I did was eating at me.  Sure, you can say the cliche comments of ‘better without her’.. and ‘her loss’.. But it was my loss also, and my mothers loss even more.  My mother who tried everything to heal the strife… but learned early on there would be no healing.

For 35 years I followed my older sister.  Doing what she did and literally idolizing her.  Without her, I was lost.  Who was I?  How should I do my hair?  How should I dress?    What appliances do I purchase?  What are my hobbies?

Who am I?

What did I do that was so bad that my own sister no longer wanted to associate with me?

It tormented me!

So 2 years ago I read a book that floored me.  Levi Lusko wrote I Delcare War.. a book on the thoughts that we have that we need to declare war on… Fighting the demons in our life that are holding us back from being our true selves.  Fighting the world and what it wants us to think of ourselves.. and fighting the lies we continue to tell ourselves.

So here I am.. I have a ton of demons that are pounding at my door… all of which I am determined to win and be victorious over.  But this isn’t a simple 30 minute sitcom.  This is real life and the struggles and battles take time.  And my email flashes with a new book he just wrote… perfect timing Levi… How did you know!!!?


For 13 years I felt stuck.. not realizing I was literally at war with the world around me.  The thoughts that I was bad… the demons whispering in my heart that I was the cause.. this is all my fault. Had I remained in the prior marriage and just took the abuse I would have the love of my sister.

That there is ludicrous!  Crazy talk!  And it’s not from God at all!

So, I did the work.  The daily work of reprogramming my brain, the thoughts that flood into my mind… I did the work. Not just in this area.. but so many more areas…

And I reminded myself that this was not my fault!!!! There is something more to it then I know and I just prayed for her.  I would be here if she wanted to talk.  But I was no longer seeking for the why’s anymore!  This was not my issue to fix.

Fast forward to this week, standing in the kitchen, in a full fledged battle… only this time I am not a puddle on the floor.  There are no tears coming down my face.  There is a righteous anger as I am flooded with the thoughts that God chose me.  I am his.  I am wanted.  I am strong.  I did not cause this battle, but I will be victorious!

And as my therapist taught me 15 years ago… I ask myself the question, “What will I do if this (a situation) happens?”

“I won’t back down.  I won’t be silent and pretend only to be victimized over and over again.  I am owed an explanation as to what has really happened.  I refuse to have third party family members keeping the peace and relaying information for the mere fact she refuses to answer my phone call.  It’s not fair to them and it’s not right!  I will always do what I feel is the correct thing to do.  But I will be standing up for me!!!  Because I did nothing wrong!”

These words were coming out of me!!!!

The me that over the last 2 years has done the work at fighting the demons and the world that I should just take it.  That I was the cause and how dare I not roll over and just die!!!!

Levi Lusko’s book I declare War hit me hard!  You know a book is good when you can remember exactly what you were doing when you were listening to it.  And for this one, it takes me back to weeding the side of the studio!

You see, so many time’s Christians read those versus about pray about it and let God handle it.. and trust him and while yes… 100% God will take care of you… I totally agree… There is also the human side of me that wants to see “what does that look like?”

As Christians I want someone to be brave enough to step up and say… This IS my battle and I am going to soldier on till I am victorious!!!!  That’s what that book did for me.  It showed me the battlefield and what the weapons were that were being used against me… So I could arm myself up and go to war.

Literally, go to war!


Looking back I find it interesting that the one person God removed from my world was the one person that I literally idolized.  It wasn’t until she was totally removed from my world that years later I was truly able to find myself.  Who I am.  What do I like.  What is my style.  And there is one thing I must say…. I am beautiful!  I am loved and loving and I love who God made me to be!  And I love to laugh!  I love to crack weird jokes to get a room to look at me as if I am odd.. for the mere fact of seeing them smile!

Bonus points if it’s a tense situation!

I am not done with my battles.  But I am more determined then ever to soldier on to victory for a God that made me in His image.  A God that loves me and thinks I am special enough to call His!

What does it look like being at war?

It looks like this…..


Ok… I still don’t have good fashion sense when it comes to shoes… I am working on that one.. I can’t win them all!

That my friends is enough for me!


Demolish strong holds and take thoughts captive.

Being willing to raise your voice.

Keep showing up and don’t give up!

Fight to be who God made you to be!



Seeing Clearly In A New Decade

We finally went in to get new prescription glasses…

By going in, I actually mean the office.  We finally walked in to the office and sat down to log in to to order new glasses for each of us.

I know what you are saying in your head to me right now.  I have heard it so many times.  My prescription is special and I have to go to a real place and pay 600.00 per pair.

Too which I will just look at you and tell you…..  No… No you don’t.  You choose to give someone else hundreds of dollars that you work hard for.

For 99.5% of us… we can get our glasses from an online site.  We just need to learn how.  And the best part about it is they have articles and videos that literally teach us how to order.

And if that doesn’t cut it for ya.. They have an 800# and an online chat feature where they will walk you through the whole process.

But how can I try on the glasses is the next complaint.  I’m picky with what I wear!  Nothing looks good on me….

To which I will kindly instruct you that you take a photo of yourself and upload it to the computer and virtually try on every single pair of glasses they have…. in a day….

Sure… Zenni Optical isn’t for everyone.. But I remember the conversation I had with my husband that day we walked out of the Dr’s office having ordered his glasses and the lenses alone were 250.00!!!

“Let’s just try it and see if they work?  What really do we have to lose?”

The 60.00 we spent on his first pair of glasses … of which I would like to stop here and say.. they became his favorite pair the second week he received them is not sooner.. and he doesn’t even wear the other pair… Was well worth it.

So why do I write this?  Because we all should be saving as much as possible.  And I just ordered 5 pairs of glasses!!!!

Yes 5!!!!

I got a new pair of regular glasses… and a pair specifically for the computer!!!!  Life is so much easier when I don’t have to strain my neck to see the computer screen…. This is what happens when you get old and need bifocals!

And my husband finally took the leap.. He ordered a new pair for everyday for him… and 2 pairs for the computer… 1 for home and 1 for work.  No more neck pain for him!!!

The best deal of all is while they all together cost 50% less then my last pair of glasses I got from my actual Dr… We don’t have to drive ALL the way back in to town to pick them up and get fitted.


They teach us how to fit them ourselves.. and they deliver them right to our door!!!

What could be better then that?  Door deliver, savings of money and time!!!!!

And yes. they have glasses for kids.  Trust me.. If I had kids that wore glasses in this day and age.. I wouldn’t be getting them anywhere but here!  (unless they were part of that .5% we talked about earlier.

You know, I saved enough that I could literally buy another pair in a different color…..

And while I really miss the chance to get coffee at Bentleys…. I’ll be in town again.. there will be more coffee soon.


Week 8 of Building a Hiline Home – A Mistake is Caught And We Show You How To Pick A Floor Plan #HilineHome #Hiline #buildingahome


This is our journey in the building of our dream home.  It’s not paid by HiLine in anyway.  All though I wouldn’t be opposed if they wanted to put a side garage door in for me… We forgot to add that in.

Our journey is out of the Salem Oregon Office and as we spoke about in Week 0… each office is different.  Today I show you how we looked inside many different model homes without even leaving the comfort of our own home. We see the layout and changes and we get to see how the furniture will fit. And I show you how you can do it also.

I used the site to search and roam around for interior idea’s of the home.

HiLine can be found at their website:

This is the Floorplan we are building:

And here is the shortcut to all their floor plans:

Music is Way Out West  from the Free YouTube Library

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Week 7 of Building a Hiline Home – We Take a Tour of The Hiline Model Home and Talk Septic

This is our journey in the building of our dream home.  It’s not paid by HiLine in anyway.  All though I wouldn’t be opposed if they wanted to put a side garage door in for me… We forgot to add that in.

Our journey is out of the Salem Oregon Office and as we spoke about in Week 0… each office is different.  Today we head in to the model home in Salem and talk to Obie about plans.  He let me film him as he was going over the options and idea’s that could be done with the 1768 floor plan.  Listen as he speaks, because he knows us.. and the suggestions that he is throwing out there were all from prior conversations that we had.  He takes what you say and dream of and make them into a reality.  That my friends is a gift.

HiLine can be found at their website:

This is the Floorplan we are building:

And here is the shortcut to all their floor plans:

Music is Fond Memories from the Free YouTube Library

Thank you for watching.  Please leave a comment and we will get back to you as soon as we can.  Subscribe if you would like to see more of us.  Hit that notification bell to be notified when a new video is released if you really want to make my day!!!  Like if you would like to make my week!!!!!  And if you want to see more of our day to day life where I share the odd things that I am doing and actually the good and bad of the days….

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Week 6 of Building a Hiline Home – Time To Submit For Permits

No seriously.. I put my purse on the counter and was so nervous and scared they have no idea how close I came to throwing up in it.

The things I probably shouldn’t say to the world….. But I do.

This is our journey in the building of our dream home.  It’s not paid by HiLine in anyway.  All though I wouldn’t be opposed if they wanted to put a side garage door in for me… We forgot to add that in.

Our journey is out of the Salem Oregon Office and as we spoke about in Week 0… each office is different.

HiLine can be found at their website:

This is the Floorplan we are building:

And here is the shortcut to all their floor plans:

Music is Brain Trust from the Free YouTube Library

Thank you for watching.  Please leave a comment and we will get back to you as soon as we can.  Subscribe if you would like to see more of us.  Hit that notification bell to be notified when a new video is released if you really want to make my day!!!  Like if you would like to make my week!!!!!  And if you want to see more of our day to day life where I share the odd things that I am doing and actually the good and bad of the days….

We can be found on the following platforms:

Community YouTube Channel:
Crafting YouTube Channel:

Some links may be affiliate links.

#HilineHome #Hiline #buildingahome