She talks

Talk much about giftings?
Talents
Abilities

I do, or at least I think about them a lot.

I asked Dear Shellaylee  what she thought my giftings were.

" Speaking" without really skipping a beat.



Ah hahaha, sounds like all my elementary school teachers! " LeAnne is a pleasure to teach, she needs to, however, not talk so much during class time"

Oye.

I notice on emails, texts, facebook messages,....blogs.....I'm kinda wordy.

I blame my sister.
She talked for me for so many years, I have a lot to make up for....still!  When we moved back to Canada, after living in New Zealand for 2 1/2 years, we were enjoying listening to a cassette tape we had made and sent to my Grandparents while we were away.

Oh we had the cutest accents!! Mom was asking:" LeAnne, what did you get for Christmas?" "LeAnne, what did you do yesterday?" Was SO fun listening to my voice....hold on what?
                                                ... it was my sister!!??

Not my voice with the sweet Kiwi accent, but allllll hers answering all of Mom's questions. I'm not even sure if I ever got a word in edgewise on that tape or not.

Anyways...that's to say, that I didn't have much chance to talk with my big sister around to take care of that communication FOR me.

And yes....still making up for it.

Then.....Graciously, yet very honestly...Shellaylee added:

" And listening".

Thank you Shell. I learned that valuable lesson early on in life it seems, thanks KD ;)

Let's pretend....

My absolutely, hands down, undeniable favorite game when I was younger. Every play date started off with the same words..
                                   ....."Let's pretend.....".

Oh I loved pretending...being someone else. I'm sure there was a lot of dialogue explaining what and how and why I was pretending in such a way. Because along with pretending...I needed to be understood.

I still do.
I don't pretend as much though.....I stopped that not long after I got married.

                                                                                                                        I wonder why.

I think, cuz I thought
                               I needed to grow up and live in reality and not fantasy.

I would say...a little precious part of me died or went on a very deep sleep then. I think pretend is where reality starts.
I think pretend is where dreams enter into a world of what can be...not just maybe or what if.

I think if we pretended more, we'd stress less.



I still don't pretend much.....oh....


                                     Oh.


I remember when I stopped pretending, and hoping and dreaming. When they became to heavy. The Hope I had in my dreams......hurt. My heart ached and I started to put them away. I'd had enough heavy heartedness...I didn't want to give it to myself. I wanted to "protect" myself.

So I gave them up, some I gave to God and surrendered.

                                           Some I buried and covered up, hid, disowned.

I don't know what to say..........

I'd like to dream and pretend again. I wonder if I can be as good at it as I was when I was 6.

Pursing Happiness

Chris Gardner 's advice is what I've started my day off with. Along with the statement David made in a prayer to God " Keep me as the apple of your eye".

I'm challenged by Chris saying " here’s the secret to success: find something you love to do so much, you can’t wait for the sun to rise to do it all over again.”
And by Davids seemingly very Bold statement of remaining as God's favorite.

Both forced me to think of who I am, what I love and....knowing that God created me, chose all the bits and pieces, carefully wove them together to create Me!.....I want to know what I love, and I want to know HOW I'm loved.

So much that He just wants me to pursue my Happiness, based on my unique make up, bents, passions, interests, desires, hopes, dreams, talents, abilities, giftings.....
Oye!

So that is my commission and plan. Remember, who I am. Who I've always been. Who I will be and grow it all out into the amazing person God created me to be....as the Apple of His Eye.

Have to say.....I'm His Favorite.

( go ahead, believe it for yourself....KNOW it!! You're His favorite too.....He has the capacity)


LA.....all my world is a stage.

June 13th.....Rain

Haven't said anything at all since we moved off our island in the pacific.

Don't know even what to say now.....but feel I should.

We move today.
It's raining out.
We have no bed.
....or furniture to speak of.

I'm happy we're moving....on one hand. On the other, it means more change, adjustment, unknowns, unfamiliar.....

But on the happy we're moving side. I'm happy we're moving. I want a bath.

There have been growing pains in Arvee. Lessons.....I hope I learned them...never to be repeated...but I'm not sure what the lessons were...that's not a good sign.

On the ending note. I feel so loved over here. I feel appreciated, cared for, and wanted. Friends and family are showing up to help us move.

No one showed up on the island.

I'm happy we're moving today.....there's a soaker tub there.