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When The Situation Takes An Unexpected Turn

A few days ago I found myself feeling a bit scared. You know, when your eyes catch a glimpse of something, then it shoots to your brain, and ends up in the pit of your stomach?

Mine hit me while innocently scrolling through my Facebook feed. A familiar photograph came into sight and I realized within a second I had taken it but not posted it.

Before sharing with you the entire story and send you to the photograph I want to remind people that what you like on Facebook can be seen by your “friends”.  I am now thrilled that my cousin in Western Kansas  decided to click like on something that one of her friends had shared.  Obviously the  article I am speaking of.

The photograph was used in an article a senior at Oklahoma State University had written.  I didn’t know her, I didn’t even know of the website she was writing for.

Now, let me share the photograph that was used.


You might understand why I got that scared feeling, that’s my husband and my little girl. This photograph was taken 3.5 years ago for a post I did for my blog In Between the Sunsets of Life. 

Now I need to add that the writer graciously gave credit to the blog and if you clicked on the blog name in the corner, it would take you to the actual post I wrote.

At the time I became aware of the article, it had been shared 75,000 times on  various social media platforms. That was only five days after it was published online.  Now at the time writing this post it has been shared 165,700 times on social media.

So you are probably wondering what I did next.  Well, I couldn’t figure out how to privately contact the writer so I left a comment, on the post, asking her to email me.  She did very promptly and offered her cell phone number. Who does that anymore?  This was the point when the uneasy feelings starting to become less.

After the second correspondence with this gal I found the scared emotion in my gut changing to an easy feeling.  A smile was across my face as I read her sincere words of apology. We proceeded to continue the conversation and she in fact is a farmer’s daughter who is in communications and just learning the path of being published online.

I recall when I started blogging I didn’t know much about it at all.  Along the way I found a few sincere bloggers I now call friends.  These women helped me to not only learn more about blogging, but  inspired me on topics, allowed me to vent at times, and sent heartfelt love across the miles when I lost my parents.

I know the internet isn’t always safe and there are those that disguise themselves using a screen to mislead others.  I know that words can hurt and damage can be done to all of us via social media or emails or texts.  But I’m glad I didn’t come raging out as a bull when dealing with this particular situation.  For the situation took an unexpected turn and one I am so glad to have experienced.

Whitney wrote a piece that is related to agriculture and she did a fine job at it.  Her only mistake is that she didn’t ask for permission to use my photograph.  In the success of this article being published she learned a lesson and who hasn’t had that experience?  Learning from lessons doesn’t always include success, but I’m glad she is seeing just that.

I can only hope that in my future, when I make a mistake, the ones in my path extend kindness and humility.  Whitney has her entire life ahead of her, I don’t know much about her, I don’t even know if we will share words ever again, but I feel she has that lifetime to move forward in path she has taken with more knowledge.  It doesn’t hurt that she was raised in agriculture either, that will take her very far, no matter where she ends up!

This little surprise turned out to be a pleasurable experience, that’s why I wanted to share it here on my blog.  To share a positive in a time of what seems like turmoil and our faces glued to various screens.

Now, take a moment and visit Whitney’s post about So, God Made a Farmer’s Daughter. Whether you have  or are a farmer’s daughter,  in agriculture, or are sitting on a submarine out at sea serving your country, it’s a good read.  Leave her a comment, she will see it.

Grace is a gift,




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What the Blackberry Bramble Reminds Me


I have come to love picking blackberries in my backyard.  It brings me a sense of quiet and peace that I don’t necessarily feel when picking at a pick your own spot.  My blackberries are at the point that I have to go out daily to pick.  Which is a good thing after my experience this morning, which inspired this post.  I hope you will read clear to the end, hint.. it’s not about how to pick blackberries!

When picking from the bramble one can not just stand straight up and pick at eye level.  Since the blackberries do not become ripe all at the same time one must bend over, kneel, go from side to side with their head, and hold them in their fingertips. This is so one can find the ripest most lovely black berries!  And even though one can go down an entire side, when you get to the other side of the bramble, odds are there will be some you missed on the starting side. So you reach across and snag those little pieces of joy! 🙂

When you find one that seems to be ready to pick from where you are standing you must do a couple of things before plucking it off the vine.  Hold it in your fingers and lift it to make sure the darkness is all over and it’s ready to fall into your fingertips.  My point in this perspective is that one can not  judge or care for something from one view.


In the world today it’s important that people do the same thing.  We can not view someone by just looking at them.  We can not care for them by putting little effort into getting to know them, opening the doors of communication, and moving around to know them better.

mother and daughter

Yes I have tattoos but normally they are not showing.  Well more now than ever!

For example, my middle daughter has several tattoos that show on a daily basis.  In fact when she got the one clear across her chest I was horrified for her (okay for me too).  But you know what, I don’t even notice it now.  It’s just a piece of her.  Although I didn’t care for some of her appearance, I never stopped caring for her.  I still loved her, answered her phone calls and texts, and was involved in her life.  I learned a few things in raising this one, I’m grateful for that.  I’m glad I didn’t give up.  She’s turned into a beautiful woman.

Sometimes it’s hard to care for the ones that you love the most.  The ones you don’t quite understand and even ones you are just getting to know.  I know because I’ve been there and I’m there right now.

As I make my way to the blackberry bramble I hope it keeps me in the right place to love others, care for others, view others from more than one angle.  Even if it isn’t the way I’m used to, even if it’s not comfortable for me.  Even if it means putting I have to put my comfortable selfish ways aside.

Grace is a gift,





*Now I must admit when I see someone with a lot of piercings in their faces I do have trouble looking at them but it doesn’t mean I fault them for it.  I hope I don’t let their appearance stop me from knowing them, that’s my hope, my goal. Feel free to call me on it if you see me having issues, or better yet invite me to understand why you have pierced your lip or nose or eyebrow.