I waited too late to be outside this morning, as the humidity at 8am was thick and brought sweat to my upper lip. I don’t like to sweat!! This is the the one reason why me and exercise don’t get…
Author: Julie Mahan
I am a Midwest girl in a Southern world, notice the funny accent. Patio dweller, police/military wife, mother, grandma and daughter of the King. Using my gift of story telling and light-hearted humor to inspire women through their hurts, habits and hang-ups.
Song of Sorrow
Laying back in the lounge I watched the blue sky dance with the pink sunset and dip behind the Oklahoma hills. The evening air still somewhat thick, yet a hint of a cool breeze played with the tree tops. I searched…
Falling off the Wagon
I gave into my old habit of emotional eating yesterday and today, but tonight the devil went off to tempt someone else. What he meant for my destruction God turned into full joy, peace, and relaxation. He put positive speaking…
Wasting Time Worrying
The patio cushions are wet! Still heavy the dew falls on everything in sight. Gbaby’s forgotten toys scatter amongst the green grass. The Tweets are already flitting around the feeders. Soon the trees will be ripe with berries and I…
Enjoying Life After 80
I recently had the pleasure of attending the wedding of a couple of funloving middle agers. I attended alone because Hubs is across the pond. The whole event was very tastefully done, adding fun and displaying the personality of the…
Lazy or Diligent
As I fix my eyes upon the tweets of red, yellow and blue this morning I am delighted. Our Creator has such good taste, he is a Master Designer. The air is heavy and wet with a chill of winter…
Servant’s Heart
When the weather is pleasurable, do not come to my front door and ring the bell expecting me to answer. Simply come around the east side of the house to the gate and come into the back yard. It is…
A Spring Chill
A chilly wind brings tree debris down into my landscaping. A happy chirping comes from the edge of our roof, no doubt the little tweet has his belly full of seed, and his feather’s clean from the spring rain. My…