Life Happens...Sparkle Anyway! TM

What Is Sparkle Mining?

Sometimes life gets tough, we stuff our real feelings , "suck it up" and just get on with it. Think of this as an "emotional bandaid" of sorts. The problem is when we continue to stuff our feelings, over time we will begin to feel jaded, not so happy... sometimes we just feel like we are going thru the motions of life. We can even forget what USED to make us happy, what made us SPARKLE.

Sparkle Mining is a safe place to start reclaiming your joy- your sparkle. It is full of resources to help you start mining... start your emotional "search and rescue",then cleaning up, polishing and reclaiming the lost parts of yourself so you can sparkle again!

Life happens...Sparkle Anyway!

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Sparkling Secret-Paradigm Shift: There is Always Enough Love

 The World is So Breathtakingly Beautiful.

So awesomely delightful

 We feel our greatest
when we are
 filled with Love and Awe,

and in a 
State of grace.

But how often do we go thru life's motions
certain we are on top of everything- 
that we have everything figured out?  
Then without warning something happens and 
we have a flash of insight that  
knocks us to our knees 
and back to that 
blessed  state of 
a bit less of a 
"know it all".
Here is a story about one of those times. 
 I dare you not to have your heart open... even a smidge!
 If you want to know what 
God is Like a child. 
 We were the only family with children in the restaurant. 
I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there." He pounded his fat baby hands on the highchair tray. His eyes were wide with excitement and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin. 
He wriggled and giggled with glee.
 I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. 
It was a man with a tattered rag of a coat, dirty, greasy and worn. His pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, 
but I was sure he smelled. 
His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists.
 "Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?" 
Erik continued to laugh and answer,
 "Hi, hi there."
 Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 
"Do ya know patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo?
 Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo." 
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence,
 all except for Erik, 
who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. 
 We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 

"Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. 
As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him,Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's. 

Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love relationship. 
Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor-gently, so gently, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms for a moment, and then 
his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. 
He said in a firm commanding voice, 
 "You take care of this baby."
 Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest-unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said,  
"God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." 

 With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me." I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. 
I felt it was God asking 
"Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" 
After all... didn't he share His?
 The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 
 "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children." 
Today- instead of avoiding love, howzabout we
Look For It??
Share YOUR Sparkle
Share your LOVE 
It's amazing how little it costs! 
Grow a sparkle Garden today!
Have a Sparkly Day My Friends!
Linking with
White Wednesday 
Nifty Thrifty Tuesday
Time Travel Thursday 
Pink Saturday

Note:  I was sent this story as one of those emails I almost didn't read.  Don't know who wrote it- if you do let me know!!! 


  1. Oh Tobi!This story touched My heart as it will touch others.God is blessing you I'm sure for telling it.Thank you Tobi.When ever I pass close to someone like this and they glance at Me,I shutter,but The Lord always speaks so quietly to My heart,near what He said in the Bible."That could be Me your passing By."I related so well with your story.Hugs Denise

  2. Awesome, Tobi, simply awesome! Thanks so much for sharing this.

    Big TX Hugs,

  3. This one of most beautiful posts I have every read. So very moving it truly touched my soul. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful story.

  4. Quite lovely! Visiting from Pink Saturday.

    Pink in the Sink. Have a lovely weekend.

    PS. I am your new follower.

  5. lovely thoughts, lovely story, darling photos. thanks for sweetening my day and happy pink saturday! xo

  6. I just happened in, through your picture on Pink Saturday, and soaked in every word.

    You know, sometimes you just stumble in and drift right through a Patch of Grace, coming renewed out the other side.


  7. Hi Tobi,
    I just today came across your blog and was captivated by your wonderful story. I love how you opened your heart to this message you received. Thank you for sharing this with us.
    I think I will have to stop here regularly, so inspiring!
    Eileen @ Cottage Beach House

  8. Hello Tobi,
    My aunt had sent me this story ages ago and it touched me then. Thanks for sharing it again. And have a delightful day.


  9. Every time it goes around, I reread it Tobi. It is absolutely spot on & wonderful.

    Have a great day ~
    TTFN ~

  10. Hi Tobi,

    Thank you for taking the time to share this story and add your own words, and photo visuals. Such a beautiful story, and humbling reminder of how shallow we, with our Bibles tucked under our arms, and bumper stickers plastered on our cars, can become. My husband and I are at a real cross roads right now trying to decipher which school is "right" for our children. I have had to examine some not nice things about my own heart as exactly who, and who not I want my children to associate with. While school choice and protecting your child are somewhat different issues, the message of this story resonated with the still small voice God has been speaking to me.
    So thanks.

    1. Oh Leah, I hear you! It is so hard when it comes to little ones. My daughter is now 26 years old, but if i ever had another i would most definitely home school. It's not so much the other kids, it's the state that the world is in and it is so important to watch what they see. Innocence is lost so early these days- it is really a shame. Whichever choice you make- just be a very present part of their lives-and be very aware. I think the best thing for us to do is be good examples which is the best way of teaching. I wish I could say that I never fell
      I am so glad the story was sent my way so i could share it!
      Sparkly Hugs and prayers,
      Tobi and the Pixies!