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Writer's Block-Breaking Clogs

I am in the final stages of completing a ladies' devotional book, and I hit a WALL constructed of "Writer's Blocks." This happens for all creative types, and we have to be equally creative at breaking down the wall.

Today, I'm wearing my Mom's old clogs to break my writer's block. 


I took them out of the back of the guest room closet where I had tucked them away. I often forget where I've put things, but I was completely aware of their presence at all times. I opened the closet, reached for the clogs hidden behind a stack of boxes, and then hugged them.

"There she goes about her Mom again." If you've read my blog or Facebook posts since May 2015, you know how much I miss her. Can't hide it. Won't try.

The clogs were dusty, so I polished them and then I slipped them on. I've never been a fan of clogs, but Mom liked them because she could just walk into them and slip them off with ease. This means a lot when your mobility is limited.

Do you miss someone who has passed away? Do you have to stop yourself from reaching for the phone to dial their number?

I hope that you have something that allows you to remember your loved one. At first you may remember with tears, but try to remember some of the joy as well. As I wear Mom's clogs at my writer's standing-desk, I can recall how many times I thought to myself: "Clogs don't go with every outfit."

But my Mom was so classy, she could pull it off. 

Here's to finishing a devotional book, in Mom's clogs, with her photo on the wall next to my desk. I am so eternally grateful for the powerful influence Mom had in my life. I hope to honor her by doing a few simple things: I want to live justly, with mercy, and walk humbly with my God. 

That would honor both God and Mom.

"He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?" (Micah 6:8)

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  1. From Janelle D: Thanks Fran, this touched me to my core. Well written! Love you! Janelle

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  2. ❤️ This is beautiful. Reminds me not to take my Mom for granted! I'm super excited to hear you are writing a devotional book!!

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  3. Aww, this is sweet. My grandma, (my moms mom )passed away and we buried her a week ago. 97 years we had her and thankful for that. Its hard to see my mom heartbroken. We know she is in a better place. I try to make as many memories with my mom .

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