JULIE’S JOURNAL
A Collection of Memorable Moments & the Enduring Life Lessons That Follow
In our house, quarantine has quickly become the dreaded word of 2021. It has ascended to top the charts above phrases such as “clean your room”, “no more electronics”, and “eat your vegetables”.
The nurse entered the room and said, “Mrs. Hammett it is time for your infusion to begin.” My frail, yet determined mom, entered the room where the medicine would begin to drip. It was always a slow process…
I had forgotten about the power of the pen. My six-year-old was looking through her school yearbook from last year and seemed a little sad. She looked at me and asked, “Do you think my friends from last year still remember me?”…
I have never been one to enjoy interruptions. The very nature of the word means a distraction; to stop or break the continuity of an activity. I thrive on a schedule. A routine plan is music to my structured soul. I think it brings comfort and joy to know…
I have a strong affinity toward buying dresses. I tend to always gravitate toward that section of a store. When we moved recently Stephen thought it would be fun to count them one day. I discouraged that thought. Why did that matter?I have new ones and really old ones…
It was the first day of school. Three new schools in a brand-new community. This year I was packing masks along with lunch boxes. At 6:00 a.m. one child was singing, “Sunshine in my Pocket,” one was still snoozing, and one was organizing supplies in a backpack…
I have always hated to wait. It hasn’t really ever mattered what I had to wait on, I have just never liked the prospect of being still. It has to be ironic that I was the one to move to a new city with a broken foot in the middle of a pandemic. I have never been a risk taker…
A blue pencil box has quickly become one of my youngest daughter’s favorite possessions. When school was cancelled she began asking, “When can I get my pencil box from school?” I told her it would be a while. I went to Dollar General to buy her a new one…
I have always had a hard time letting go. When my mom first took me to kindergarten, I cried for days. The teacher’s assistant, precious Mrs. Wingo, would give me extra love. She would sneak me into a side room and give me extra cookies after nap time.
I’ve heard the phrase “I just want things to go back to normal” many times the past few days. The things my children often complain about were now their heart’s desire…
Stephen and I have three kids at three different ages in very different seasons of life. It is completely overwhelming to me at times that The Lord chose me to be their mother…
As a planner, I have a strong dislike for the word tentative. It means that something is uncertain or provisional. There is a hesitancy involved. I had much rather prefer words like consistent…
One of my favorite things to do is sit on the porch while watching the birds come to the feeder. When the weather is nice, my preferred place for my morning quiet time is on the porch with my open Bible and a very large cup of coffee…
I found myself sitting here this past week. The waiting room. The very word wait makes me cringe. I don’t like it. The sitting. The unknown. The fear of what’s going to be said once the doctor walks in…
When I was pregnant, I was frequently asked many questions and often from strangers. At times, it would feel like the great inquisition. Questions would typically go in this order…