Thank you WordPress

Friday, July 23, 2021

I’m so blessed to be a part of this beautiful and supportive community!

Below are some of stats, I share these not to brag, no instead I’m posting to show appreciation for all the countries representing the individuals that have taken the time to view my blog. I am humbled by your generosity. I am so blessed by God to be able to write and share my life and experiences in hopes they help others.

Romans 1:16

“For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes, to the Jew first and also to the Greek.” – EVS

Hebrews 12:14

“Strive for peace with everyone, and for the holiness without which no one will see the Lord.” – EVS

Peace be with you my friends ! 💙🙏🏻🌻

~Charlotte, Seeker of unexpected Comfort, Happiness, Joy and Patience.

Thank You, WordPress – Friends – Family

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2021

Hello friends and family —

I just wanted to say I’m thankful to be in the WordPress family and have the opportunity to interact with amazing writers, storytellers and photographers who share their talents. I’m am so very blessed. Thank you for showing me such love today, I have been absent for way to long. Each of you have made a difference in my life and I pray that God used me to return the favor.

Mid-day stats June 22nd, 2021

I want to tell you, YOU ARE LOVED!


‘This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.”
— John 15:12 (NRSVA)

~Charlotte, Seeker of unexpected Comfort, Happiness, Joy and Patience.

Gone, Not Forgotten

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2021

“Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. ‘Honour your father and mother’—this is the first commandment with a promise: ‘so that it may be well with you and you may live long on the earth.”
— Ephesians 6:1-3 NRSVA —

Photo Credit: Me (Rock City, TN) June 2021

Every time I hear this song, my thoughts quickly give way to images, words and emotions I experienced with my mom. Most of us would agree that our mothers were the greatest, and I agree wholeheartedly. I fully trust in the power and promises of God and that he specifically gave me my mom as a gift. We had a great connection as most daughters do, she was always my biggest fan, my great supporter, and a source of great strength, endurance and a caring soul. Today, is a day of remembering for me and my family, it has been 9 years since God called my mom home. She is missed every single day, I am sad some days still, but mostly I’m just thankful I was blessed to call her my mom and my friend. A lot of my maturity came to fruition only after she had passed. I know it was because of her teaching, her love, her constant determination, powerful patience and lots of prayers that I have success in my life now. I do wish, dare hope, she is able to know these successes were possible because she set such a high moral standard for me to follow.

Me & Mom 1989

This is not a sad day but a day to celebrate the life of a wonderful woman, daughter, aunt, cousin, sister, wife, mother, friend and a beautiful child of God.

Memorial Day 2021

Take time to tell something just how special they are to you on this day. Be thankful for opportunities to share life, love and laughter.

I love and miss you, mom ❤️

Me & Mom 1965

“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you.” — Exodus 29:12

“Children, obey your parents in everything, for this pleases the Lord.” — Colossians 3:20

~Charlotte, Seeker of unexpected Comfort, Happiness, Joy and Patience.

The Bargain Store

Saturday, May 29th, 2021

Hello friends —

Wishing everyone a happy and safe Memorial Weekend! 🇺🇸 🎉❤️

I heard a song on the radio yesterday during my drive into work, it’s called “The Bargain Store” written and performed by Dolly Pardon. It touched my soul, I am so very thankful for all the blessings I have received from God. I have loved. I have lost. I have learned from both and healing has occurred through it all. Earlier this week, I ended up in a conversation with two friends discussing and solving the world’s problems, you know like most women do! We covered a wide range of topics, in a relatively short period of time. We talked about dating, hair color, should one color ones hair (?), dating sites and places we would like to live. HaHa!! The whole of the conversation came down to…be yourself, live your life and respect others. There’s a lot of crazy things going on in the world these days that I find difficult to understand or even rationalize; however, I don’t have to agree with someone in order to respect their choices. Being respectful does not preclude me from living my life on my terms with my beliefs and passions. My life does not need or require me to align myself with someone else’s choices.

“Daily, God opens my eyes, heart and ears to the beauty of the humanity and the devil vows for equal time showing the horrors of humanity.” ~ Me 😉

RESPECT: due regard for the feelings, wishes, rights, or traditions of others.

I recently responded to a newsletter question at work regarding the Question of the Month. “If you could live anywhere, where would it be and why?” Here’s my response…

I came to that answer because I have been binge watching, “Midsomer Murders” a British crime drama television series, adapted by Anthony Horowitz from the novels in the Chief Inspector Barnaby book series created by Caroline Graham.

With the increase of people getting vaccinated and with some of the COVID restrictions being lifted, I want to be around people. I would even like to entertain the idea of dating in some small way. I am not looking for anyone to complete me, I am complete. I would enjoy sharing life with someone, enjoy conversations with someone, someone to laugh and even cry with, listen to music with or watch movies. Whether or not any of these things happen, I will be ok, because I have God, friends and family. Call me old-fashion, but I still believe in love at first sight, I believe in the chance meeting and I believe all things are possible.

I hope you like this song “Bargain Store.”

Thankful, Grateful and Hopeful

I’m thankful for the past,

Thankful for everyone who loved me, supported me and forgave me.

I’m grateful for the present,

Grateful for life’s lessens, for love freely given, for second chances and forgiveness.

I’m hopeful for the future…whatever may come.

Hopeful that love will bloom again, seeking peace, mutual respect and unity with all people.

~ Charlotte Robinson ©️

05/29/2021 at 4:22am

~Charlotte, Seeker of unexpected Comfort, Happiness, Joy and Patience.

Sacred Things

Wednesday, May 12th, 2021

Hello friends—- I have missed you! I spend the afternoon in a favorite nature park of mine and it resulted in a peaceful reflection. Below is my newest poem along with a video of the beautiful surroundings. I wish you all happiness and good health. I so appreciate your support and ask for God’s blessing for you all! ~ Peace 🌻

Sacred Things

The sights and sounds of nature

God speaks in the sounds of birds singing

His spirit is felt in the cool breeze

His presence is all around

As the sun warms my skin

And the breeze is feels like a human embrace

The plant life is alive and flourishing

Blades of grass push through the earth, seeking the sun

Trees are budding, leaves are sprouting freely they protect and comfort

Nature speaks through all the seasons of life

Spring, summer, autumn and winter

Conception, birth, living and dying

God is never far away

God the Father,

God the Son,

God the Holy Spirit.

Who was…

Who is…

Who will always be.

The beginning and the end.

The great I AM!

— C. A. Robinson ©️

May 12th, 2021

Time: 1642

Place: Sodalis Nature Park

~Charlotte, Seeker of unexpected Comfort, Happiness, Joy and Patience.

Spring, Memories

Friday, April 9th, 2021

“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
— Psalm 118:24 (NRSVA) —

Photo Credit: Me
(Warren County, IN)
Photo Credit: Me
(Marion & Warren Counties, IN)

It was a beautiful day here in Indiana! The sky was a hue of baby blue with a northeasterly breeze, gently tossing the tree branches to and fro. The tree buds are sprouting their leaves as if welcoming a new day in God’s created world. As I was driving through the towns I saw the softball and baseball fields prepped for play, my mind was filled with echoing voices, chants and cheers of my youth. My drive took me through a few specific towns where I once played softball on their fields, many of which have been abandoned, although I could still recognize where they had once been and I smiled! As I was taking all of this in; my thoughts took me back to the people who had a huge impact in building my character, my moral compass and encouraged my abilities to play the beloved game of softball. When I played the game it felt like freedom, confidence, innocence and joy all wrapped up together. ⚾️🎁🥎

There are four distinct people who helped mold me into the person I am today. The first two are my parents. They have always been my biggest fans. My mom was relentless in her support of my love of the game of softball. She never missed a game that I played in, I would often play 3 or 4 nights a week, spanning across multiple counties. My dad, would play catch with me for hours, helping me improve my pitching and catching techniques. He was creative in finding ways to help me gain confidence and accuracy. When I was growing up, a market for training devices was not what it is now, no auto pitching/throwing devices…to aid me in accuracy of pitching. My dad placed a car tire on the side of our garage at an average height and strike zone. I would have a bucket of balls and try to pitching the ball through the opening of the tire, once I was out of balls I would retrieve them and do it all over again. When it came to batting, he would pitch a bucket of balls then after hitting them all, we retrieved them and repeated the process. My brother played baseball also for a few years and my parents did the same for him, my brother and I were truly blessed.

Patches for making the All-Stars Team 3 years in a row.

Photo Credit: My mom

The remaining two individuals were coaches, they encouraged me to play hard, to play fair and to always do my best. They both knew the game inside and out, they taught me more about life than anything else. I feel so thankful that God placed these two wonderful men in my life. As my life went on in different directions, I did lose contact with them but their memories are fresh in my mind. One of them I knew when I was barely a teenager and he recruited me to play on his team, which was primarily older teenagers. He was very inspirational to me because he his ability to coach and teach was boundless although he himself was confined to a wheelchair. I’ll admit, my ego grew because he was so complimentary of my skill level and my ability to play with others more my senior but he never gave out accolades that were undeserving. I was fortunate that my parents encouraged my love of the game, I started playing on an organized team at the age of five. I continued playing community organized softball well into my mid-thirties, three decades of doing something that set me free. The second coach also recruited me after seeing me play in a tournament, I was in high school and the team he coached was a women’s team, much older adults but my parents agreed to let me play. It was a great experience and I appreciated not being treated like a kid, more of an equal as far as playing the game. It felt like freedom to me. This coach and I had a unique friendship and we drifted apart when I went off to college and we both began pursued our dreams. A couple of years after college life brought us back together. We reconnected and started dating, he eventually proposed and it seemed to be almost perfect. We were such good friends, he had a heart of gold and we did love each other but I was scared, and loving someone is not the same as being “in love.” I was young still in my mid-twenties and I was not ready to be a wife and everything that comes with that role. We wished each other well and continued our own personal pursuits in life. I heard that he had married and that made my heart happy. Years later while visiting with my parents I thought I would look him up, I was very saddened to learn he had passed away. He made a huge impact on my life, he had a great smile and a warm laugh.

“A joyful heart is a good medicine.”
— Proverbs 17:22 (ESV) —

Images: Google

Pure joy, are there things in your life that elicit such overwhelming emotions? As I mentioned above, when I think about when played softball or even practiced the game, I experience a sensation of freedom, confidence, innocence and joy. I have other memories that touch upon these emotions but not all of them at the same time. Softball, as wonderful as I have described it ranks only third on my list of “best things” ever. Number one is my relationship with God, all the blessings I have received in my life and most importantly, my salvation. Number two, my mom, she has been an inspiration to me from an early age, though I did not fully appreciate or full grasp the magnitude of her influence until she had passed in 2012. I carry her in my heart every day.

Photo Credit: My mom
Me and Mom

I sincerely appreciate you taking the time to read my blog today. ~ Peace to you today and always ~

~Charlotte, Seeker of unexpected Comfort, Happiness, Joy and Patience.


Lent 04•04•2021: Show Me The Way

Easter Sunday, April 4th, 2021


Hallelujah ~ Amen ~ Christ Is Risen


Dear friends and family—

What an incredible Lenten journey this has been for me. I have thoroughly enjoyed the writings of Henri Nouwen and I’ve learned some new things along the way. Show Me The Way, is more than a title to a really good devotional book but is indeed a prayer for every day. Each and every day I need guidance, let’s face it life is challenging to say the least. One of the most valuable lessons I learned through this season of Lent is that “But mortification — literally, “making death” — is what life is all about, a slow discovery of the mortality of all that is created so that we can appreciate its beauty without clinging to it as if it were a lasting possession.” (1).

The scriptures indeed were written many years ago, much still remains for us to glean. “The Easter story brings the awareness that God is present even when his presence is not directly noticed. Easter season is a time of Hope. There is still fear, there still is a painful awareness of sinfulness, but there also is light bearing through. Something new is happening, something that goes beyond the changing moods of our life. We can be joyful or sad, optimistic or pessimistic, tranquil or angry, but the solid stream of God’s presence moves deeper than the small waves of our minds and hearts. Easter brings the GOOD NEWS, that although things seem to get worse in the world, the Evil One has already been overcome.”(2).

‘Jesus says, “I have told you all this so that you may find peace in me. In the world you will have hardship, but be courageous: I have conquered the world.” — John 16:33 NJB

“As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed. “Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him. But go, tell his disciples…’” — Mark 16:5-7 NIV

“Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live,” — John 11:25 NIV

Photo Credit: Me (Hendricks County, IN) 09/21/2014

Thank you so much for being a part of my Lenten journey. Your support and encouragement has warmed my heart. Thank you for the beautiful comments as well. May God bless you and keep you —


Lenten M•I•C•R•O Practice for today:

~ Presence ~ Easter Sunday

Reach out to someone in your church or neighborhood who could use a call or visit. This might include an elderly church member, a stay at home parent, someone who has recently lost their job, or someone grieving.



🔹 What Lenten M•I•C•R•O Practices have been meaningful for you?

🔹 How can you incorporate them into your daily life now that Lent is over?

🔹 How have you been changed by engaging with these practices over the last six and a half weeks?

🌟 Prayer

Almighty , everlasting God,

on this day

you conquered death through your son

and opened for us the path to eternal life.

And so we celebrate in joy

the feast of his resurrection.

Make us new through your Spirit,

so that we too may rise

and walk in the light of life.

We ask this through Jesus Christ.

— Amen

~Charlotte, Seeker of unexpected Comfort, Happiness, Joy and Patience.


Show Me The Way — Henri J.M.Nouwen • 1992 The Crossroad Publishing 

(1) Show Me The Way — Henri J.M.Nouwen • 1992 The Crossroad Publishing • Page 136, paragraph 2.

(2) Show Me The Way — Henri J.M.Nouwen • 1992 The Crossroad Publishing • Page 139, paragraph 5.

(NIV) New International Version Bible/Translation 

(NRSVA) New Revised Standard Version Apocrypha 

(NJBV) New Jerusalem Bible Version/Translation

Lost, Here all the Time…

Video Credit: Me (Sodalis Nature Park, IN)


For days now…

The winds of this life have left me wanting…searching…lost…and forgotten.

Satisfaction is elusive in a very real sense.

My thoughts, they deceive me

What is fact and what is fiction?

What to do?

Fact and fiction, all scrambled one upon another.

I have lost my way,

A ship at sea with no captain, no sail.

O God of heaven and earth,

Lead me back to you!

I need what only you can give,

Forgiveness and acceptance.

Only you can love me, though undeserving I am…

Your unconditional love will free me from myself.

Please, I beg you…

Take these burdens, teach me your ways.

My ways are weak and cause great pain.

I ache and yearn for what this world cannot give, though I try unsuccessfully.

Alas, this world does not sustain me.

It pleasures in my pain.

Take my empty dreams and broken promises.

Fill me with your love, your compassion and your promises.

You will never fail.

You will never be withered by time.

Your promises, compassion and your love endure generation after generation with no end.

O God, clothe me with your love.

Use me to spread your message to others.

Open the eyes of others like me, to your love.

Longing for real joy and true happiness.

Cradle me and all your children in your limitless, abounding love for now and always, forevermore.

July 05, 2013 at 2328
*Updated April, 04, 2021 at 1735

~Charlotte, Seeker of unexpected Comfort, Happiness, Joy and Patience.

Lent 04•03•2021: Show Me The Way

Saturday, April 3rd, 2021

Friends, here we are nearing the end of our Lenten journey, it sure feels like time has flown by.

When we think of the life of Jesus, it is widely accepted that he began his ministry around the age of 30 and was crucified at approximately age 33. Most would agree that is still very young. Jesus knew that he would endure death as God’s plan for the our reconciliation with him. Jesus knew that death was not the end, he came to reveal life to us, so certainly there must be hope beyond death. Henri Nouwen writes this, and so beautifully, “If the God who revealed life to us, and whose only desire is to bring us to life, loved us so much that he wanted to experience with us the total absurdity of death, then — yes, then there must be hope; then there must be something more than death; then there must be a promise that is not fulfilled in our short existence in this world; then leaving behind the ones you love, the flowers and the trees, the mountains and the oceans, the beauty of art and music, and all the exuberant gifts of life cannot be just the destruction and cruel ending of all things; then indeed we have to wait for the third day.”(1).


Honestly, I can’t give you an answer to this age old question, it is something we all must answer for ourselves. But, I will indeed share some of Nouwen’s insight; coincidentally; I was able to find answers I have been seeking for a very long time about the meaning of life, from Nouwen’s writings. He talks about “mortification” and its literal meaning: “making death” — this is what life is all about. The meaning of life, is death? I was somewhat puzzled too, here’s what Nouwen writes, “But mortification — literally, “making death” — is what life is all about, a slow discovery of the mortality of all that is created so that we can appreciate its beauty without clinging to it as if it were a lasting possession. Our lives can indeed be seen as a process of becoming familiar with death, as a school in the art of dying. I do not mean in a morbid way. On the contrary, when we see life constantly relativized by death, we can enjoy it for what it is: a free gift. The pictures, letters, and books of the past reveal life to us in a constant saying of farewell to beautiful places, good people, and wonderful experiences.” (2).

In my life, I love looking at photos and remember “the good ole days.” I recall how active I once was, energetic and flexible; I am reminded now that I need to be careful climbing ladders and stretching beyond my reach. I remember the embrace of my mother’s arms around me, I remember all the great food my grandmother cooked, I remember the love shared with friends and family especially at holidays… Life is indeed short, no matter the age or time we are called home.

These times have passed by like friendly visitors, leaving behind dear memories but also the reality of the shortness of life. “In every arrival there is a leave-taking; in every reunion there is a separation; in each one’s growing up is a growing old; in every smile there is a tear; and in every success there is a loss. All living is dying and all celebrations is mortification too.”(3).

— Psalm 90:10 —

“The span of our life is seventy years — eighty for those who are strong — but their whole extent is anxiety and trouble, they are over in a moment and we are gone.”

— James 4:14 —

“You never know what will happen tomorrow: you are no more than a mist that appears for a little while and then disappears.”


Lenten M•I•C•R•O Practice for today:

~ Prayer Walk ~ Day 40 👣👣👣👣👣👣👣

Walk around your neighborhood and pray for what you see, hear, touch, and smell.

🙏🏻 Prayer 🙏🏻

I call to you, Yahweh, all day.

I stretch out my hands to you.

Do you work wonders for the dead,

can shadows rise up to praise you?

Do they speak in the grave of your faithful love,

of your constancy in the place of perdition?

Are your wonders known in the darkness,

your saving justice in the land of oblivion?

But, for my part, I cry to you, Yahweh,

every morning my prayer comes before you.

— Psalm 88:9-13

~Charlotte, Seeker of unexpected Comfort, Happiness, Joy and Patience.


Show Me The Way — Henri J.M.Nouwen • 1992 The Crossroad Publishing 

(1) Show Me The Way — Henri J.M.Nouwen • 1992 The Crossroad Publishi

(2) Show Me The Way — Henri J.M.Nouwen • 1992 The Crossroad Publishing • Page 136, paragraph 2.

(3) Show Me The Way — Henri J.M.Nouwen • 1992 The Crossroad Publishing • Page 137, paragraph 1.

(NIV) New International Version Bible/Translation 

(NRSVA) New Revised Standard Version Apocrypha 

(NJBV) New Jerusalem Bible Version/Translation