So what are you marking?
Why are you marking it?
How are you marking it?
Inquiring minds want to know!
I want to know.
Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?
Thanks for asking. That’s an easy one.
In 2022, I was in the Lake Powell area with my earthly heart throb.
In 1995, I was in Kansas. That day I married my earthly heart throb.
(April 29th video found at @michellewendt247)
It’s been a journey of highs and lows, ups and downs, mountains and valleys.
It’s been a time of growing together and individually.
It’s been a journey of learning new levels of rewarding peace constantly.
It’s an ongoing journey of loving and laughing together more each day.
It’s that sweet and salty combination.
It’s a journey I might not have chosen at times if I had known brief moments of the journey.
It’s a journey I am forever grateful I am on and wouldn’t have wanted to miss.
It’s our journey and the writing of it gets sweeter and more fulfilling each moment.
It’s a journey that I’m living fully going for the prized “WELL DONE” on a daily basis to confidently know and receive the final coveted WELL DONE with my head held high, looking into the eyes of my Judge with confidence and love.
Thank you Randy for asking me to be your wife, mother to your children, helpmeat, friend, adventurer and so much more.
I love you.
Please share your ideas!
I do not want to leave a 30 x 50 shop of stuff that has been moved around who knows how many times and been in boxes for how many generations.
Do With IT ? ! ?
Time and energy is priceless. You can’t get it back or even resell it.
Big ticket items … okay, sell.
But all the small things … forgive me now if I have ever bought some small thing and given to you just because and it was not something that was specific to your spark and passion and generally consumable!!!
I could just through things away and no one would know.
I know there are people in need, and we support them in many ways.
However, what’s the accountability of giving something to another because I want it gone, it’s cluttering and depleting space, time and energy?
I’m thinking if it’s been weighing me down for years … why would I give that to another to do the same to them?
How many things did we accept or lay claim to because we thought we were in a financial lacking position so it somehow added value or identity to our lives to have the object to clean and move?
Our identity isn’t in THINGS!
So … please comment what you would do!
Thanks in advance!
Life Lessons from a dog.
Insights, Tips & Ponder Points with Michelle Wendt www.StandingTheGap.com
Thanks to Tobias and journaling his shenanigans, I was open to receive this insight into life.
As a parent we raised our sons to be adults.
Whenever they said they were bored we knew they had lost focus or reason for doing something. We would then challenge them to make what they were doing fun or if done, then to find something else to do. Otherwise we would find something for them.
As always that lesson we were teaching them applies to us too.
Share you challenge response in the comments!
Wow! Yesterday was affirmation I am on the right track and irritating the enemy.
Ended up hurting my hip while helping on a repair job at a house.
Got back to the shop where the RV is, sat in a chair to do some contending. There was a wheel missing and I ended up twirling and being thrown from the chair. (That video could have probably made some money or at least laughs.) ended up hurting my knee (get to get a new pair of jeans now as it’s a need instead of a want), shoulder, elbow and hitting head on a commercial size ZTR style lawn mower (PTL I’m hard headed, only lost a little bit of blood as a head wound goes).
No one to help pick me up off the floor.
No one to look at the oozing point on my head.
No one to offer sympathies or laughter.
No one to help my emotional or mental state. (Of all the days for my husband to start a new job and be off phone access. praise for the new job … in Utah!)
No one … Except for me and the Holy Spirit in me.
My flesh was quick to “woo is me” and to “your a klutz”. Fortunately all the teachings and words I have been listening too have helped build me up and I opted not to speak those things against God’s created “favorite” child who is made like God.
Yes, I shed some tears.
No, I didn’t say “bad word” (my term to express emotion)
Yes, I struggled to choose to change perspectives.
Yes, I was miserable and not at peace in the moment so decided that perspective stunk.
Finally made it outside to a chair - will all legs and no rollers. Dug deep and talked with God.
Ended up being led to go to a specific container in a mountain of containers and found a journal that I had for sale at a retreat and … if this isn’t God … a pen to write with that was the same color as the journal. (It only took one, okay maybe three, pages of writing before I noticed the intricate detail of the ink color and journal color and no, it’s not purple!)
I ended up writing my thoughts, my emotions, my heart, my questions, my concerns.
The more I wrote, the lighter I felt. I then thought I should attempt to fill this journal as quickly as possible (5 days maximum - that’s when my life becomes full with my people again). Pretty sure I’ve been carrying a lot of stuff for years that i thought was too little or insignificant to give to God to carry. Might as well finally dump it all and let Him decide what was important enough to pick up and carry and what was just dust to blow away.
During this delightful offloading time, my dog - after hours of sticking by my side - wondered over to the property next to us.
Instead of calling number on tag they called my son, who’s in California, who called to tell me to go get my dog. Lol.
So I hobble across the acreage to the front of the property, to the road, and around the tree row (I’m out in the country on approx 5 acres - no there wasn’t any snow and only clumps and holes, no hills - it’s Kansas, need I say more? Lol).
I hear someone say “take this dog to the RV back at the back of the property.” I come around the tree line … and there is no one in sight.
So I hobble back around the trees and see a man and my dog halfway across the acreage. Tobias sensed and saw me but the man didn’t and he couldn’t hear me. So he kept tugging my dog on leash towards the RV. (I really need a GoPro drone to video me as I’m sure it was hysterical when I attempted to hobble faster on uneven ground! Shoot, even I was laughing.)
Finally got his attention and got my dog.
Literally had to drag and shove my lovable, hunk of muscle up the stairs and into the RV.
My fleshly body was in full on “praise and thanksgiving mode” with new awareness of discomfort in my back and rib cage.
Then another sweet kiss from my Creator.
My husband called to touch base with me. He was taking a brief break. He listened to my physical body impacted vent and helped me dig for my joy and more praise during the brief chat.
Most of all, he let me know I was loved … just by calling to check in on me. (The rest was a bonus.)
Decided that I was going to town to get a pizza as it would feed me most of the week. (Don’t shout me down … I was thinking time, energy and finance wise.)
Went to a pizza joint with a drive through. Found out my husband was ordering pizza in Utah. Warm fuzzy of the heart that we could eat pizza together over the phone in separate states.
Big grin on my face.
Ordered and paid for my pizza as no ready to go’s ready. (I was willing to take most any flavor too.)
Drove around to the front where I was told to wait. Told it would be a while, maybe 20-30 minutes.
Watched several people come and go and get pizza. Thought what a blessing to live local and have a quick option like that.
Decided to be useful and get some online stuff taken care of since I was in a town with decent cell service.
Watched numerous people come and go.
Watched man who took my order deliver many pizzas to vehicles. Even rolled my window down several times thinking it was my turn … but it wasn’t.
Went back to work on my phone.
Placed a couple orders that got accepted then rejected for some crazy online reason. (Now I get to make sure to remember to watch that they didn’t pull any funds.)
Checked the time, it’d been about 35 minutes.
Watched more people come, get served pizza in their car, and go.
Thought about getting out and walking in.
Assessed my physical body, decided that I came here so I wouldn’t have to get out and do excess movement and I was sticking to that wise plan.
So I gave them extra time in case they had a big order or something.
Parking lot cleared.
Checked receipt time and saw it had been over 50 minutes.
Drove up to window.
Talked to man who took my order and money.
He had a dumbfounded expression on his face. No worries, they should have some ready to go pizzas now.
He went and opened the warmers looking for my order.
Checked the ready to go warmers - I’d gladly take cheese, pepperoni, meat lovers - anything. Even if it was lesser product than what I paid for.
Hungry, achy, and ready for some cheesy goodness (topped with sour cream of course - it’s a special day.)
He came back and handed me a receipt and money back.
I thought, Wow! What a blessing. An hour wait and a free hot pizza for being patient and nice.
But no pizza … after an hour of waiting.
I had no words but finally came up with “Thank You” and “Have a blessed day.” I know it was night but hey! at least I was nice.
Drove off to the back parking area to figure out what was available and where to go. Was coming up with nothing.
Got a text from my husband. His pizza order was wrong at delivery and he couldn’t eat the pizza. (He gets to muscle test everything now before he orders or eats - awesome part of kicking cancer and letting God lead.) So since he used my card, I get to watch to make sure it gets credited. At least the warm fuzzy thought of us eating pizza together was nice. And well, honesty moment here … he was eating some really yummy pizza without me. Hey! I’m me and I’m being honest. Don’t shoot me.
Finally started driving and saw a drive thru deciding it would be quick and easy. Wouldn’t feed me for a week but oh well. Tonight would be done.
Placed my order. Smiled as it was obviously a new hire or someone in training. Had to repeat my order options numerous times. Remembered all the times I have been, and will be in the future, new at something.
Laughed at some of the memories. (Like first time i made coffee at the veterinary office in Colorado - still too funny!)
Pulled up to get my order.
Got to wait as being blessed with fresh fries.
Another blessing in my day.
Got my order.
Decided to stop and eat in a parking lot before driving home.
Opened my sandwich and smelled that it was wrong BEFORE I turned the light on. (It Halloween and a dark night with no moon out and no parking lot lights.)
Knew I was in a better mental state as I gave thanks that I had stopped to eat instead of waiting and driving home to eat.
Went back to the drive thru. Was very pleasant and nice - again, someone was new and in training, only way to be (even if not new - we’ve all had challenging days. I mean look at mine today! Lol)
Got sandwich made correctly. Cook even came and verified.
Parked and ate part of it in parking lot. Wasn’t as hungry any more.
Parked in spot.
Greeted by the dogs who were eager to see me.
Prepared my body to hobble to and up into RV.
Got settled in the chair.
Reflected on my day and wondered that I didn’t meet people in my trip to town to bless which always helps my perspective and mindset. Was a bit bummed.
Then the aha moment, the gently thump on the back of the head.
I had endured all things today with just me and the God trinity.
Made Pastor Daniel’s Sunday message at the Iglesia Evangelicas de Mission service on Matthew 11 and letting Jesus carry the burdens … it’s mine to choose, come to full impact in my life.
I could have chose the negative perspective.
I could have chose to curse myself with thoughts and words.
I could have chose to curse others and objects with thoughts and words.
I could have … but I didn’t.
I chose to let it all go … through talking with God in conversation and journaling.
I chose to enjoy the wait time and make good use of it with other things.
Joy does my heart and my mind good.
You know how I adore laughing.
But Joy really does bring strength to endure and go through what you are going through and come out on the other side all the better.
All because you chose JOY.
So what challenge are you in that you need to dig deep and choose joy today?
Share below and we’ll stand with you.
You know where two or more are united …
Share your testimony to help give others a hand up or at least a laugh to where they currently are.
PS: On the Caregiver side and my body recovery support, I’m definitely wearing my frequency device (on pain, trauma and inflammation cycle as my day involved all of them lol) PLUS taking extra Align, extra Fuse and extra Relief sprays on top of my normal nutrients today. So wishing I hadn’t sent the Comfort terpenes with my husband.
May need to order some ahead to my next stop.
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