Snapchat fun, when you can’t go outside to play

Here in Spokane we are in a state of emergency. We are even housing the homeless in fitness centers, schools, and area shelters our air quality is that hazardous.

The city has closed schools, that were supposed to start tomorrow. Work for many people has been cancelled.

So once again we are stuck at home, but it does not have to be all bad. It is just my husband, and I. We have always made the best of our time together. Even when we first quarantined from the pandemic we enjoyed one another.

Today we watched a little football, talked about life (especially the times we live in), laughed, and got a little goofy. We had a little Snapchat fun. We love being outdoors, and yes being locked in we get quirky. 54, and 46 we are still kids at heart, wishing we could go out to play. But not today!

Being locked down with your best friend can be awesome. Times like these are what you make of them. We get to chose to either live in the moment. Making the best of it, or we can be miserably unhappy. We chose to live, laugh, and love. We chose to be goofy!

Being locked down can be fun, and having your best buddy by your side makes it all the better no matter what life’s storms we must weather. God is our life preserver. He can inflate the spirit whatever the circumstance.

God set the precedence for this day, and we chose to dance in the rain. Or rather stomp to the rhythm of the soot! Never take a single moment in this life granted. Just smile.

A good laugh is sunshine in the house. — William Thackeray

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Snippets of me, Jesus set me free

Shred that picture of me locked behind my own imprisonment of self shame, for today I am not the same

A sleeper, a zombie, a ghost, death knocked on my door. For alcohol I so adored. Out for my own kill, just take away my tears with multiples in beers. No cheers, echos in darkness my own voice. My own choice, bled my own soul with no remorse

A stone cold heart, broken bruised. It was of my own choose. I held that tonic in my hand chose to not live in dry land. My most prized possesion. Drink until I heard no sound. My own hands draped in my own nape wanting my last breath

Toss that portrait of me not willing to fall onto my knees, throw it into the deepest of seas. Cast my burdens at the cross for I was so lost. Drowning in my own sewage

For I am no longer that scared little Lisa sitting in a corner dreading to be loved. For God my Father lifted my face, uncovered my veil. Swaddled me in His uncondtional love, drop of the bottle. Spilled my wounds. Covered with His blood

I sit here with snippets of who I was, and whom I am now. For this could not be for an alcoholic such as me without God I am nothing. Nothing, but here I sit the bondage broke me. Brought me to my knees. Keep that picture close at heart. Beautiful art!  The bottle no longer drawn to my lips. Just Jesus and His words, unconditonal love and grace. For now I am in seek of Jesus’s face. 

Now instead of intoxicated slurred words that once oozed like rapturous venom let from my lips drip Jesus’s word. For I am no longer a sleeper, I slept and wept long enough. Snoozed in booze, and now my soul gets to rest. My veil tossed, for at the cross, are the new snippets of me. How awesome for I am a living testament! Set free!!

Labor Day memories, free as a bird. He gave me wings that set flight!

Route to the Hiawatha Trail 🤙 in celebration of 2 years of marriage

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