Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Podcast Over, Medical Test Scheduled

After 8 regularly produced episodes that took many hours to prepare, the purchase of a microphone, a microphone stand and a splatter guard, the podcast is not collecting any listeners or sponsors. I had hoped for at least some regular listeners by now.

I guess this means I am meant write instead of podcast. That is confusing, though, because if I am meant to write, then why is my right hand not getting any better? I can barely use it! Unfortunately, the "pain management" doctor I saw last Thursday who originally thought I have carpal tunnel syndrome changed his mind when he saw the results of the EMG he just took.

Because of the conflicting test results (the original, "manual" test in the doctor's office that indicated carpal tunnel and the EMG which did not), we are not scheduling surgery. Instead, we have scheduled an "injection" on the 30th for diagnostic purposes. If that works to relieve this discomfort and restore some function to my hand, we will know that we are at least fumbling around in the correct area.

Oh, how nice it would be to get rid of this constant tingling and use my fingers again! Please pray with me that we find the solution so that I can return to writing. Podcasting is clearly not for me.

Saturday, December 31, 2016

Listen to My NEW Podcast!

I decided about a week ago that I should start a podcast. There is a story as to why, of course, but I think I will save the story for later. (It will make good podcast material!) A large part of it is that I am having issues with my hand that make it SUPER-hard for me to type, and I am not yet finished sharing stories from my life to help strengthen the faith-life of others. (More on the hand issue after I visit a doctor.) 

With the idea of podcasting in mind, I went to Fiverr and commissioned an iTunes cover to be made for my cast and then I got to writing my first episode. I also purchased a cheap desktop microphone because my USB headset makes my voice sound "tinny." I know. I should not be spending money on equipment for a podcast I am giving away for free. But hopefully people will like my content and want to help me out with a buck or two a month to help keep me going. At least, that is my hope!

Before I continue, let me show you the iTunes cover I got back from my Fiverr purchase. It is really good! I am so pleased with it!! (Feel free to forward to your friends.)

 Click to visit!

Listen to the episodes at http://www.patreon.com/bethdurkee or subscribe/follow free on iTunes.
(Only the free episodes will be available on iTunes.)


What do you think? Nice, huh? Yeah, that is what I think, too.

I call episode 1 "Ask According to His Will." It will air tomorrow for everyone, both my sponsors (that I don't yet have) and all the as-yet non-existent subscribers to/followers of my free iTunes channel. After the first episode, though, I intend to post on the 2nd and 16th of the month. (Of course, my sponsors will get to listen a day early as a benefit for their pledges. I think that is only fair. Don't you?)

For you, though, my faithful blog readers for so many years, I have a special sneak peek of a portion of episode 1. I do hope you will find it interesting enough to listen to the episode and subscribe. In it, I tell a short story from my youth, which I then support by Scripture, followed by an answer to a question I received that I share anonymously with listeners.

I guess that is all for today, so until my podcast tomorrow morning, I shall bid you adieu.

[excerpt]

My neighborhood was NOT safe for little girls to be walking alone.

But the Lord loves children and He must really have been watching over me while I was seeking Him because little 6th grade me, I was walking 2 miles by myself each way to and from church every single morning along a busy road in the suburbs of Chicago during the era of John Wayne Gacy – and I stayed safe all summer long.

But that’s not what this story is about.


What I’m trying to get to is a prayer that I made. It was on one of these walks to and from church during that summer. I was alone except for the Holy Spirit who was clearly watching over me, and for some reason – I don’t know, maybe because of the sermon I’d just heard, but I really don’t remember. For some reason, I reflected that if there was one thing I wanted for my life it was to leave people better for having known me....

Monday, November 28, 2016

I've Got This

Today is my 24th wedding anniversary but those who do not know me may easily be unaware that I have been without the affections of my husband since a few weeks before our 15th. Since then I have steeped myself in prayer awaiting restoration.

This morning was just like any other Monday morning and as I noted the date, I was a little surprised to discover it was THE day. With great relief, I was pleased to feel nothing about it. I proceeded through my morning routine, marveling from time to time at my utter lack of emotion about the day. I was, however, strangely hungry for a particular menu item at an old favorite restaurant in Texas (where I no longer reside), Pancho's Mexican Buffet.

For a brief moment, I considered driving the hour to my nearest city for

Monday, April 4, 2016

A New Addiction

I think I am addicted to cream cheese. Is that possible? Whenever I start eating it, I cannot stop until either I am gorged or it is finished. That is the sign of an addict. Right?

Before I took my Christmas vacation, I bought two bricks of cream cheese (they were on sale) and put them in the door of my fridge. So they were sitting there unopened when I got back home. Not a problem. As long as I don't open the cream cheese, I am fine. But, like an unconfessed addict, I made the mistake of thinking I could keep my addiction under control if I made just one brick of cream cheese dip. Cream cheese, after all, is grain-free. It fits into my diet plan... sort of.

Big mistake. I now have NO cream cheese in the door of my fridge. There is not one tablespoon of cream cheese in my fridge anywhere. It has all made its way to my hips and belly. What's worse is that

Thursday, March 24, 2016

continued... 7 pounds

I was sitting in my favorite lunch restaurant, munching on a cheeseburger and fries, my diet completely abandoned. I was almost done when my friend, Mary, passed by my table. I could have ignored her but I caught her attention. I wanted to say something to her. I did not much care what I said. I just wanted a 30-second chat. So I told her that I was craving chocolate and, in fact, I had been craving chocolate every day since I got home.

I was kind of expecting a typical response about emotional eating and how I must be stressed. After all, that is how I would have responded. But not Mary. Mary knows "stuff about stuff." (I know stuff about stuff, too. I just know stuff about different stuff than Mary knows.)

Mary said, "You need more Magnesium." We got into a nice discussion about candy cravings and Magnesium. We also talked about vitamin B. Both are good supplements to take. I then went out to

Monday, March 21, 2016

7 pounds

One thing that invariably happens while vacationing is unwanted weight gain. Being sedentary instead of exercise, dining out instead of in, casually munching calorie laden morsels with friends (and more often than usual) all contribute to the inevitable.

Before
Having been traveling for almost a full month, I was pretty sure I had gained weight and my pictures agree. (I think most of it while I was chomping on yummy Tex-Mex in Texas!) Not wanting the new additions to my waistline to stay, I determined while I was still on the road that I would measure the damage as soon as I got home and then begin dieting right away.

After
However, remember, my parents were at my house when I got home. So the diet had to wait until they left.

I will have

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Lunch with a Leprechaun

Lunch
A leprechaun server
Did you know that "Saint Patrick" is not a saint? That's right. He was never canonized, meaning he is NOT an "official" Catholic saint (though he does have a feast day, March 17, and many Catholic churches are named after him). When early Christian admirers began calling him a "saint" because of his good works, the title just stuck.

Did you know that Bishop Patrick (aka Saint Patrick) who is celebrated as the patron saint of Ireland was not even Irish? True fact. He was British. Kidnapped in his early teens and forced to work as a slave in Ireland, he was able to escape after receiving a vision in a dream. Years later, he became a Catholic priest and, after receiving another guiding dream, returned to Ireland to spread the promise of salvation.

Around the world, March 17th is now celebrated by people of all different faiths and cultures. Boiled potatoes, corned beef and cooked cabbage is the traditional holiday fare in the United States and anyone who fails to wear a small bit of green (the traditional color of Irish Catholics) is subject to