It literally haunts me at night, to think of anyone sleeping out in the street, cold, lonely, and hungry. It has bothered me since I was a child. I really don’t know why – I don’t remember any situation that connected me to that world. I have come to believe I feel this way because I am supposed to. It is my heavenly nudge to keep me speaking up about those who are as forgotten as they feel.

Were you ever really hungry? Think about it. Did you ever miss a meal? Too late for supper and it was gone? (that actually happened to me before.) I remember being first of all shocked that ALL the food was gone that I had prepared – haha – and then slightly annoyed, but I shook my head, laughed, and made a sandwich. Oh THIS does NOT happen out in the streets. If you are hungry, you will probably stay hungry. Period. And at this time of year when food seems at its height of abundance and at its peak of mouthwatering delight, there are people who will NOT have a Christmas dinner. Or dinner the day before Christmas, or dinner the day after Christmas.

Why should we feed the hungry? Well, if you believe in Jesus He told us to. He also said if we really wanted to know Him, we would find Him as we feed the hungry. If we offer a cup of cold water (or hot coffee) in HIS name, it is just as if you did it for HIM. It clearly matters SO much to Him, that we do this. We tend to think He would rather us be all religious and do something that seems …well, MORE important, or something that others need to see us do. No. Just no. We have it all backwards.

To represent love, God, humanity – we need to feed the hungry. We need to care for the widow and the orphan. We need to shield the bullied. We need to stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves. We need to take care of our Veterans of War. We need to be HUMAN. And  it starts with, feeding the hungry.

That is all I want to say. I could go on, sure. I’m a woman – of course I could go on. BUT please – just hear this simple plea – there is still a good solid week till Christmas. Go find someone who is  hungry and feed them. And then, stop a moment and feel the warm smile from heaven – if you want to be great, you must serve.

Please and thank you. And “God bless us, everyone.”hunger



I have loved to write since I was in grade school. I was the kid trying to impress the teacher with my beautiful penmanship, and hopefully witty papers. In high school I got A’s in Poetry. (Yes. Poetry.) My reports always got great grades, and I wrote songs,  musicals, kids programs, and oh just about anything that needed written. BUT it never once crossed my mind to actually pursue WRITING. Not.One.TIme.

After a life where all my white picket fences were tore down, and LIFE  happened, I found I had A LOT to say. Did I write? Not really. It all got stuffed inside in the cracks and crevices of my heart. I have seen our house burn down, lost a husband to cancer, raised 6 kids, experienced depression, and had bitter experiences and painful roads to walk. Quite literally I had painful roads to walk – I had 2 bad knees. No- more like TERRIBLE knees. I was headed for a wheel chair, had I not had a Doctor friend who put it all in motion for me to get 2 brand new knees last year! (thank you Dr.Cassetta).  For ONE year of my life, I had to SIT DOWN. Really. Just sit. I watched whole entire series of TV shows (TV was NOT something I generally sat down to watch. Seriously always distracted!)

THEN A LIGHT WENT ON IN MY HEAD! THE PLANETS ALIGNED! AND I realized I HAVE TIME TO WRITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂 and oh boy, write I did. I actually just finished a real BOOK. I am in the process of editing it, then  hopefully find a publisher, or at least some expert advice to point me in the right directions!!!. It is about NEVER giving up. I share 365 reasons why NOT to give up. And, all from my own stories, life lessons, pain, grief, joys, and all the things that make up a life lived out.

Why am I sharing this? Well, one – I still have a lot to say. (hey, women always have something to say…..:) ) AND because just maybe YOU have something inside locked up, that looks past due, or worn out, or forgotten, or dusty,….Restoration means to restore something to its original state…to lovingly polish it up, clean it, and guess what – THAT increases its value.

I CHOOSE to write, to inspire myself first, and then anyone else who possibly needs encouraged. Writing is the place I find my safety…it’s my log cabin in the woods; it’s the song my soul longs to sing; it’s the WHO of WHO I am.

Today, I hope if anyone reads this, that you lift up your weary head, and remember everything you need , is within you. Remember the cowardly lion in the Wizard of Oz., and how he just wanted some Courageeeeeeee (in that voice…:) – He already had it INSIDE of him!!!!!

So, go write, or sing, or feed the homeless, or take care of animals in a shelter; be a journalist, teach, be a doctor, work in retail, cook, or whatever it is that makes you feel ALIVE!   Image#IShallKeepWriting