Warts of Worry

My mom always said that the only wart my dad ever had was his wife, the worry wart. In reality, he had more than one wart of worry in his life. He had at least two, because I am also a worry wart.

Now, with Daffodil coming up on a year of living with kidney disease, I worry of losing her. I worry if she eats too little – will she quit eating? If she eats too much, is she getting sick again? If she plays too much, is she stressing out? If she sleeps too much, are her kidney’s failing again?

There are so many things to worry about … physical health, mental health, emotional health, losing your job, losing faith, losing loved ones, getting my car washed before it rusts into the snow from the salt, getting gifts completed before they are due to be gifted, getting enough fruits and veggies so I can avoid the doctor but also avoid an IBS adventure, keeping up with my laundry (a necessary evil), keeping up with grocery shopping (and getting all that’s on the list), and getting enough sleep so that I’m not any loopier than usual.

Yet the Bible says in Matthew 6:27 (NIV), “Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?”

And then Matthew 6:34 (NIV) goes on to say, “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Well then, it’s tomorrow’s responsibility to worry, and not mine. I just like to help it out from time to time.

A calico cat sitting in a chair saying, "When, oh when,  will they bother to feed  me again. It's already been  five minutes since I last  ate, but I worry I'm  going to starve to  death soon."

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Posted by on March 5, 2015 in Uncategorized



It is the season of Lent. I have had a lot of activity at church in the last few days. Ash Wednesday services over lunch last week, Bible Study on Thursday night, District Conference yesterday, and both worship and Sunday School today.

Every activity was enjoyed because the leadership was inspiring, my fellow attendees were generous, and the content was moving and invaluable to my soul.

I know that not everyone has this experience with church or religion. I am fortunate to have positive experiences and guidance. I pray for all who don’t know the love there is to be found in a church with open arms, open hearts, and open minds. Granted, my denomination is not there yet, but I feel that my church home, for the most part, is there.

May you find that God is Love. God’s arms are open to you, his (or her) ear is ready to hear your story, and compassion is waiting patiently to be shared with you. Whether it be at my church home or another, may you find peace, sanctuary, and rest.

God is already in love with you, because he created you. God is waiting for you to accept that love. The arms are open, the door is unlocked and ajar, the candles are lit, and the table is set with abundance for you to walk in, rest your weary soul, and partake.

Church sanctuary alter with candles, wine, and bread after worship.

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Posted by on February 23, 2015 in Uncategorized


The Queen’s Meals

The Queen has decided this weekend that it is best to be fed while her royal servant holds the dish … preferably while her royal servant is squatting in the most uncomfortable position and the Queen stands prettily lapping up her delish dish. (As delish as her master chef can make it with that nasty kidney failure medicated cat food.)

This servant is glad to do whatever it takes so that this Queen reigns for as long as possible.

Diluted calico long-haired cat sitting in front of a basket with her nose in the air while she rests on fluffy pillows.

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Posted by on February 16, 2015 in Uncategorized


It’s Hard To Say Good-Bye

Some say, “it’s just a cat.” I’d never agree with that, and most people in my life would condemn that phrase as well. But if you do buy that, try this on for size: I’ve lived with her for 16 years. Can you suddenly be without someone you’ve lived with and loved for 16 years? I sure can’t.

My Daisy needed little care most of her life, but she gave us so much joy. In the end, much care was required, and I gave it willingly, without reserve, and with passion for her comfort. And now, she doesn’t need me. She’s in Heaven, where she belongs, with her grandpa who saved her from the life of a barn cat (for which she thanked him daily). Learning to live without him was also painful and too abrupt. These 11 years without him seem like 11 minutes at times.

Yet I still live with a sick kitty. Daisy’s sister has kidney failure. If Daffodil doesn’t eat her prescription food, she starts to fail. Talking her into eating the nasty stuff is a job I take on with the heart’s desire I took on for Daisy’s needs. Anything for quality time with these gifts from God. As I type this, Beyoncé and Sam Smith are singing “Stay with Me” on the Grammy Awards. I’m praying I have a long while yet with this lovely spirit in fur.

As painful as losing Daisy has been, I know it will be ten times worse when Daffodil follows. For today, she’s here and actually doing quite well. But I’ve been warned her time here is short. I ache and lose my breath to even consider that today.

Daily life with pets is so very much better. There is a love and care there that is extraordinary. It is a two-way street. Our one cat has such love for my mom, the kitty is nothing but dejected without her mommy. She mopes around and cries out for her, seeking her. It’s not just a matter of food or a clean litter box. It’s friendship, appreciation, and companionship.

As sad as I am now, I know I’m better for these girls. I miss Daisy so much because she was vital to my happiness, and we were to her. I wouldn’t trade one moment with her to avoid this pain. God blessed us with each other.

Daisy Lynn Bourner
August 1998 ~ January 2014


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Posted by on February 9, 2015 in Uncategorized



A palette with yellow, green, blue, red, and white. It says, " Color Your World!"

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Posted by on February 8, 2015 in Uncategorized


Safe Travels

A gray tiger kitty sitting on a suitcase says, "I keep you in my prayers for safety while you're away. And that you survive my wrath upon your return."

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Posted by on February 5, 2015 in Uncategorized


Kitty’s Life’s Work

A mostly white, but one orange spot on her face by the ear and another spot on her upper lip of orange, as she looks out surveying her domain. She says, "I survey my domain  and all things in it ... including your every move, meal, and mood. That's how I know how to behave  my very best  for you at 3 a.m. You are my life's  science project."

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Posted by on February 4, 2015 in Uncategorized

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