Laundry Day

Happy Monday the new, “Fun-Day” … it’s gonna be a good day! I have truly missed you my beautiful blog friends. Welcome to my crazy lil RV-World so glad that you stopped in.

One of the things about traveling is doing our laundry… in our other RV we had a washer/dryer combo so when things needed washed it was so easy to just do a small load no matter where we were.

Laundry is one of those never ending task … Saturday as I was getting our laundry totes from our under-the-bed storage … I truly had to just shake my head. It seems to me that laundry has a way of multiplying when no one is looking. Just when I thought I had everything loaded I walked into our little bathroom and had to laugh as I started to pull the towels, wash rags, and hand towels off the towel bars. Laundry, is a never ending job!

The only way to stay on top of the mound of dirty laundry and not to become overtaken by it; is to continually do it! WELL, I know easier said then done.

Now, where was I… oh yes, Saturday. I was just getting ready to start my load of blankets when I noticed that the dryer had stopped working. Slowly I opened the door and realized that the motor was running BUT the barrel inside the dryer was not spinning. Nothing worse then half dry clothes, we all know wet clothes left unattended isn’t a pretty thing. 

So there we were unloading the wet clothes from both the washer and the dryer and trying to figure out our Plan B! As we left our friends house in search of a laundromat I had to laugh thinking that as soon as we got back to camp and got ready for bed there would be more laundry.

Sitting on the bench outside the laundromat I found myself thinking how prayer works in the same way as my laundry. Neither is meant to be a one-and-done scenario. My prayer life is my ongoing communication between the Lord and I. Problems & fears can multiply faster than dirty clothes in a hamper when we don’t take the time to deal with them prayerfully.

As we were loading the laundry bags in the trunk the weight was overwhelming to me … and I stood there for just a moment, I had a fresh realization that we are not to bear our burdens alone…. when we try we become so tired and wore out. Paul hit the nail right on the head when he instructed us to pray continually.

I challenge each of us today not to limit our prayer times to just scary moments & Sunday mornings. Let’s live in a continual state of prayer… to be in constant communication with our precious Heavenly Father. Pray without ceasing, and while you’re at it, throw a load of laundry in the machine… trust me you won’t regret doing either one.

Yepper, you guessed it the moment we got back to the RV to put our laundry away I walked in to kitchen area …. and oh my goodness my drying towel was still hanging there!!! Unwashed and forgotten …. it seemed to be mocking me … so I plucked it up, put it in the dirty laundry tote, and  laughed out loud as I told Joey to look at my laundry “Seed” offering! I know it’s not funny BUT in that moment I thought it was hilarious!

Be blessed, be bold, and be you! Xoxo 



An Apple Day 

Happy Wednesday! So glad you took the time to stop by, I know it’s gonna be a good day! You are more than enough, you have been chosen!
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver. Proverbs 25:11 

Wow. It’s been a busy few weeks trying to get ready to leave for our trip, but it’s been a good kind of busy! Last Thursday morning while I was outside cleaning up the yard from the storms I found my myself picking up all sorts of things that had blown into our yard. It has always amazed me how the wind can pick something up and carry half way a cross the neighborhood. Well… I had finally made it to our apple tree and let me tell this tree drops apples more that I can even explain. The issue is that it is planted right beside our walkway so if you are not careful; stepping on a fallen apple can send you to the ground in a hurry … OUCH! As I was bending over and cleaning up all the fallen apples I kept thinking about the words we say… sometimes like these apple we just let them fall… 

Have you ever truly taken a moment to think about the words you speak? I think it’s safe to say that most of us don’t. The above verse talks about words that are “fitly spoken”. Do we think about our words before we say them?

Most of the things in our lives we actually do think about first before we do them, especially dressing ourselves. When we go to get dressed we think about whether our clothes are appropriate for where we’re going. If we were on our way to a funeral, we normally wouldn’t choose a bright red dress. We’d choose something black or subtle.

If we were going out in public we would think whether our clothes matched before we put them on. We usually even think about whether something is comfortable before getting dressed. However, when it comes to the words we clothe ourselves with we don’t always think about whether they are appropriately chosen.

We wouldn’t choose our clothes by reaching around in the dark and just grabbing something to put on and yet that is how we dress our mouths sometimes. We haplessly grab anything to say and think it will do.

Proverbs 29:20 says, seeth thou a man that is hasty in his words? there is more hope of a fool than of him.

How much better our entire lives would run and how much better our relationships with others around us would be if we really were careful about the words we chose to use every time we opened our mouths.

Referring back to Proverbs 25:11, it states that fitly chosen words are “like apples of gold in pictures of silver”, (In my words the right word spoken at the right time is like a custom & priceless piece of art). When we speak that way it’s a beautiful thing! Imagine being in a museum and looking at a beautiful painting of golden apples in an ornately crafted silver picture frame. It is pleasing and breathtaking to look at.

The Bible equates fit words with something that is beautiful and lovely so why should we treat what we say so lightly?

David prayed in Psalm 141:3, “Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.” Let’s follow David’s example and as we ask for God’s help to keep our mouths and improve our words here are six things to ask ourselves.

A.  Are my words APPROPRIATE? 

A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth: and a word spoken in due season, how good is it! Proverbs 15:23

P.  Are my words PLEASANT?

Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones. Proverbs 16:24

P.  Are my words PURE?

The mouth of a righteous man is a well of life… Proverbs 10:11

L . Are my words LOVELY?

And all bare him witness, and wondered at the gracious words which proceeded out of his mouth…. Luke 4:22

E . Are my words ENCOURAGING?

Heaviness in the heart of man maketh it stoop: but a good word maketh it glad. Proverbs 12:25

S.  Are my words SOFT?

A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger. Proverbs 15:1

My challenge for you today is to take the time to choose your words as carefully as you would choose an outfit, a new car, or even a house you are considering buying! Our words have a lasting effect and once they are spoken they can not be taken back ! 

I love you my beautiful blogging friends! Be blessed, be bold, and be you ! No matter what you are loved more than you know!! 

Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.” —Mother Teresa.

Happy Goooood Gooood Morning 

“This is the day the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it” Psalms 118:24, NKJV.
Happy Wednesday Beautiful! So glad that you stopped in, welcome to my crazy lil RV-World! Today on this “Wear it Wednesday” I have decided to wear my Good Morning feeling all day long! 

Yes, I am on of those crazy morning people! The moment I wake up I just wanna smile, belt out a song, and tell someone, “Good Morning”. That makes me smile even bigger, and smiling is my favorite!

It’s impossible to say, “Happy Good Morning” without smiling. I can’t tell you how many times I have called, text, or snap chatted someone at 5:00am just to say good morning. As I sit here writing I laugh at the sing-song voice I use … like the other person is already awake and ready to go. Just a few months ago I made a new friend and I had to chuckle because as we held hands to pray before our day started she belted out a long, “Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood moooornning Daddy! When she asked us to join in we laughed at how silly we sounded, but it felt so good!! 

Many times I’ve been ask by my children why I like mornings so much? Each time I would share a nugget with them, this morning I felt as though I wanted to share it with you.

I’ve always loved mornings because of this. To me, morning represents God’s love, mercy, and mercy. It represents a new day, a fresh start, and another chance to do it better this time.

I say to you, “Good morning!” 

Don’t allow the negative experiences you’ve had in life to rob you of your good morning. Receive a fresh start. See the sunrise. Hear the birds chirping. Feel the crisp morning air. Breathe deeply and slowly as you awake. Welcome, my friend, to a new day. To a second chance to do it better this time. Stand and say to God,“Happy Goooooooooooooooooood morning Daddy!!!!! Then go on and enjoy the rest of your day. You can’t change yesterday. Tomorrow’s not here yet. All you have is today… this very moment , so rejoice in this moment !!! 

My morning prayer: Father, Happy good morning. I know you never sleep, but still I want to say good morning. I love you and I thank you for blessing me with a new day that I’ve never seen before. I receive your love and your warmth. Help me to forget yesterday, and not fret over tomorrow, but to enjoy this present day. Make this day special and give me peace about it all. It’s going to be ok because you are with me. You love me, and you’re blessing me now. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

My challenge to you is to always take the time to say, “Good Morning”. There is something so magical about a new day … so enjoy it, embrace it, thank God for it, and find someone to love through it!! 

Love you … be blessed, be bold, and be you!

Sugar Cookies & the Secret Place 

Happy September 1st! Happy Friday! Happy it’s a long weekend! Wowza, I just know it’s gonna be an awesome day! Welcome to my crazy lil RV-World so glad that you stopped in! 

I’m sitting here on my RV patio with a blanket draped over my legs enjoying the beauty of this cool morning! I always get so overwhelmed by His presence when I am up in time to see the night give way to the first light of morning … it’s quite breathtaking & a tad peaceful.

Last night as I was chatting with my mom I found my mind wondering to my favorite cookies that she used to make us when we were younger. I always loved her “drop sugar” cookies. Without a doubt, they are the best in the entire world. Funny how someone can say something and a memory is triggered and in that memory you find your mind transporting you to another place and time.

I remember it well I was bored and it was a Saturday. I have no idea where anyone was but mom and I were the only two home,. It was a cold day and she was stuck in the basement doing tax returns for her clients… and I needed something to do! My idea was to bake her world famous “drop sugar ” cookies. 

The recipe didn’t look hard and mom’s handwriting was easy to read and for the most part it was pretty simple: eggs, flour, lots of butter, vanilla, etc. I got out all my Tupperware containers of ingredients and went to work. I had everything mixed up and things were looking good.

When the timer went off I was so excited… I pulled out the shiny cookie tray and something was terribly wrong. These cookies didn’t look like mom’s and they most certainly didn’t taste like mom’s. Her cookies were always moist and round … mine looked like hokey pucks from gym class. I tried tasting one and it was horrible… I threw it in the trash and drank the milk right from the container trying to get the bitter taste from my mouth. 

When mom came upstairs I told her how flawed her recipe was and I explained I followed it word for word . Like all good moms she made me read the recipe card and explain step by step what I did. At the end of my playback she smiled and shook her head. The little t’s she explained were teaspoons not every “t” was a tablespoon. No wonder they were nasty … I put in a tablespoon of cream of tarter, salt, baking soda, and baking powder, wowza they were some kind of nasty!! I learned a lesson that day I will never forget…. whatever goes in at the beginning, the foundation matters greatly because it effects the outcome. Now, some 35 years later this memory takes on an entirely new meaning …. 

Psalm 91:1 “He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High, Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.”

God wants to build our foundation with the right ingredients and in the right order. 

Sermon & Book notes : August 16, 2017 ODF in SC/Liebscher2016

“Our root system, our inner world, is a personal relationship with Jesus marked by intimacy, dependence, faith, and rest. So, I wonder where do we find these ingredients? I’ve learned that I find them in my secret place of prayer. They are necessary if we are to establish a healthy root system that produces fruit.” 

I have always been fascinated that right after David was anointed king he went back to the field with his sheep. He had built an intimacy with God in that field … it was his secret place. David build a foundation with the Lord  in that field that allowed him to thrive and fulfill God’s purpose for his life. My secret place has also become my safe place and God is so faithful that He meets me there time and time again. In those precious moments my root system is being established, my foundational elements are being set, and good fruit is being produced.

So, my dear blog friends… when we are intentionally drawing near to God in our times of prayer, two key things are taking place in our root system. First, the priority of love starts becoming the motivation of our life. Second, God reveals to us the story that He is unfolding and He anoits for our part in His plan.

I challenge you today to find your secret place again … I know there have been times in my life that I had no idea how to find my secret place… Trust me when I say He will meet you there ! 

Have an amazing Labor Day week … be blessed and walk in His favor! You are loved beyond measure and you are His beloved child! 


This is My Story! This is My Song! 

Good Tuesday Morning! As we travel down the road toward home there is a light drizzle of rain.. and for some reason it brings comfort to me as I watch the dry grass start to turn lush and green. Today is gonna be a good day, and I’m so glad you stopped in.

Never lose the song in your heart,” my Pastor cautioned as he prayed over me the day he ordained me. I knew his word of counsel came from a heart of love and wisdom… but I didn’t really understand it. The song in my heart? What? I was involved in music ministry, I loved to sing (but it was usually only backup… my voice wasn’t a leading kind of voice) I was a writer BUT not a songwriter….So how could I lose the song in my heart? I left that day to start my journey in active pulpit ministry taking his words with me but not truly understanding them.

Over the next several years, life had its ups and downs… but for the most part it was good. However, little by little, I felt something inside of me changing. Something just didn’t feel right. Where was my joy and peace? Where was my faith and gratitude? What had happened? Then one day I found myself sitting alone in my jeep outside Cato totally broken… and as I cried out to God, I was so overwhelmed by the sweet presence of the the Holy Spirit and the truth hit me hard: I had lost the song in my heart.

For years, I’d sung and praised and clapped and danced and bowed and prayed and worshipped the Lord, and I really meant it. But I didn’t know my heart could sing to the Lord until it didn’t. I didn’t know my heart made music to the Lord until it was silent. What had happened?

Although I still worshipped, I had stopped being a worshipper in my heart. I still loved and served Jesus, but the day-to-day thoughts, attitudes and meditations of my heart were no longer focused on or grateful for who He is. I’d changed my tune.

Ephesians 5:19–20 tells us to “sing and make music in your heart to the Lord.” Your heart can make music! What’s more, the song of your heart can actually be beautiful to the Lord! Your song is your song … belonging only to you !!! 

BUT, I learned the hard way that my heart song was influenced by what I was meditating on—and focus of my heart. So dear friends, when our attention is consumed by our circumstances, worldly pursuits, or ourselves, our heart song gets out of tune, out of sync, or silenced altogether. BUT we can change its tune by shifting the focus of spiritual eyes back to the goodness and greatness of God. Because when we see Him for who He is, you’re changed from the inside out.

Last night as I sat in the homegoing service for Sis. Cahill I was completely moved by the life story of a precious woman I had only known for 4 months. As we sang songs of worship there was one that has been in my spirit of weeks … “this is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long”. It made me smile … thinking back to a time when I let the busyness of life drown out my heart’s song”

June 17, 2007 

Revival Notes: Finding your Praise in the busy  

“A true worshipper is humble and seeks to honor and express love and thanks to God through their thoughts, attitudes and actions. A true worshipper’s expressions of worship are simply an overflow of the internal position of their heart before God. When you focus your affection and attention on the Lord and the greatness of His character, your heart responds with a song of praise: “You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O Lord, my God, I will give you thanks forever” (Psalm 30:11–12).

Maybe your heart is silent—maybe there’s no song emanating from deep within. When you listen to your heart, maybe you only hear the clang of complaints and frustration or the cry of hopelessness and despair…. If that’s the case, take a page from the life of David—a true worshipper. Whenever David recognized a state of internal discord within himself, he would instruct—give orders to—his own heart. In Psalm 42:11, he wrote: “Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”

David shows us the way. When you realize you’re not being a worshipper at the core of who you are, you must instruct yourself to focus on the core of who God is. 

He is your hope, your Father, Creator, Sustainer, Redeemer, Provider and the Most High God. He is always loving, faithful, kind, patient, powerful, good, just, righteous, merciful and compassionate. He neverchanges. He is, and will always be, worthy of worship.

Is your song a literal song with melody? Maybe, maybe not. But a humble heart that gratefully honors and loves God makes beautiful music in His ears, because it’s the song of a true worshipper. Never lose the song in your heart.

Be blessed, be bold, and be you!

Toast, tea, and a Good Story 

Happy Thursday! Welcome to my crazy lil RV-World so glad you took the time to stop in today.

These past few days have been totally crazy around our house & RV… I don’t know if I’m coming or going! I’ve heard it said many times that anything worth doing is worth doing right. In my heart and head I know this is true BUT my 47 year old body seems to be bucking up against this statement.

This morning I found myself feeling just a tad under the weather and as I sat outside watching the sunrise I tried to talk myself in to going back to bed. 

Funny thought going back to bed when my  “to do” list is longer than my right leg! 

So, how do you handle days when you feel sick? Maybe you are one of those people who just tough it out , or maybe you just stay in bed and wait for someone to tend to your sniffles. 

No matter how we handle not feeling well it’s those moments that we want our moms around to make everything better.

When my children were little I was never big on throwing medicine at every stomachache or sniffle . Still to this day my 3 adult children use my wonder-working combination. My tea & toast could cure a sore throat , calm an upset stomach, and even quiet a banging head. There is something quite remarkable about warming a person from the inside out. Oh, I know there are ailments that even my tea and buttered toast can’t take away but I know it does bring comfort. I don’t care who you are but when things are feeling rough comfort is our love language.

We’ve all had times when we have longed to ease the pain of someone close to us. We struggle to decide what to do when we can’t find something in our kitchen cupboards to fix the situation. Often times it’s not a physical illness that people need comfort from BUT the wounds that people can’t see, and the scars that go deep down inside of us that cause us to hide our heads and push people away ! I have learned that in those moments a heaping dose of kindness and an encouraging word canoffer the   best remedy. 

Wounded people are daily walking around us. They hide their hurts behind plastered on smiles and turn their eyes to keep us from seeing to far into those souls …. but in reality the are desperate for a little kindness and some tea and toast comfort….. everybody has a story and every story deserves to be told, no matter the title or the chapter you walked in on … everyone deserve a kind word and a comforting smile.

What if we made a choice to lavish kind words on everyone we met along our daily journey? What if we allowed our smile to be the first thing that others encounter? What if we carefully choose our words to be more gracious and less critical? 

I know we can’t fix all situations, but we can use kind words to bring alittle sweetness to the people that are around us!! We are all children of God … and in Him we can do all things that bring us strength!

I challenge you today to see others the way Christ sees them … to speak life, healing, and wholeness! Allow His love to flow from you! 

Have a amazing Thursday… never forget that He loves you beyond measure !! 

Be blessed, be bold, and be you!  Xoxo 


Happy Monday the new “Fun-Day”! I have no idea what this new day has in store for me BUT I know I’m excited to watch it unfold! Welcome to my crazy lil RV-World so glad that you stopped in. 
I woke up at 3 o’clock this morning and for some reason my body was tired BUT my mind was wide awake and thinking alll kinds of thoughts.

I was thinking about what would happen if my alarm clocked overslept, where does all the gray water go from our house, how many rocks I could hide in my RV; (like the old movie… The Long, Long Trailer), and about happiness! I know that’s a lot of stuff to think about at 3am, but that’s how my mind works. 

I heard it said many times that, “Happiness comes when you find yourself, when you find money, when you find your soul mate or perhaps when you find religion”. Heck, even finding a parking space can bring unbridled joy. Sometimes happiness is just as simple as black raspberry ice cream with hot fudge … on the side! 

But finding a rock? How’s that going to make you happy? Sure, if it’s a Kardashian-sized diamond. That’ll make your day. But what about a plain old chunk of shale or sandstone you’d find along a hiking trail or in a 30-pound bag of 3-inch “beach pebbles” for $17.00 at the local Home Depot?

How can a rock like that make anyone happy?

I know that’s an odd question for this Monday morning BUT it’s really been on my mind …. I enjoy painting rocks, I’m not good at it BUT I do enjoy it!! 

So, again I ask, how can a rock like that make anyone happy? 

Well, it takes a little effort. First, someone has to paint the rocks. Sometimes just bright colors, sometimes gorgeous scenes that look like they belong on canvas in a gallery. Sometimes it’s a cartoon character or a word of inspiration. Hope. Love. Yes, there’s love on the rocks.

Then, someone has to “hide” it where someone else can find it. And by hide I mean put it somewhere it will be seen but not expected. A park bench. A store shelf. The planter outside your local library. It’s kind of like an Easter egg hunt, Except it’s not an egg and it’s not Easter…. it’s more like hiding in plain sight!

One other difference? You don’t really hunt for the rocks. You just come upon them like a little piece of serendipity.

Everybody has a story and every story deserves to be told … and I want to share this story that kind of sparked my interests in my “painted prayer rocks”…..

Three weeks after a devoted wife and mother learned that her 4-year-old daughter’s debilitating exhaustion and mysterious bruises were symptoms of leukemia, she walked out of a Ronald McDonald House with her two sons.

It was early morning, and they were on their way to spend the day with “Sue” at the Children’s Hospital a couple of blocks away.

“Jake”, 8, got to the first steps leading down from the Ronald McDonald House when he spotted a little stone painted yellow and blue. A minion.

Then on the second set of steps, “Buck” 7, found a second one. An orange fish painted on a blue, ocean background with the word “swim.”

The boys were thrilled, and Mom was floored. They turned the stones around and saw a message.

Mom took photos of the painted stones and wrote and note …..

“To who ever hid these next to Ronald Mcdonald house yesterday,” she wrote. “Thank u so much. My daughter has been in the hospital for three weeks now. And when my boys found them they were the most excited I’ve seen in a while. They took them to their sister and said they were her good luck rocks. Thank u so much.”

Wow …. it truly is the simple things in life that make the biggest impact! I want to challenge you today to leave your mark on a rock and then hide it in plain site !!! Let someone know that they are not alone !! 

And to all my local friends & family I would love your help …. we will be leaving Sept 18th and will go gone for a month if you would like to donate a painted rock I will be “hiding” them in plain sight from Pennsylvania-Florida, and I will be creating a FB group to help us track our rocks!

Have a great day !!! Make today count … you are worth it and you are more than enough.

Be blessed, be bold, and be you !