Just For This Minute

What a month June was. Fighting ear and eye infections. Falling in the shower and splitting my toe skin and hurting my arch. Two episodes of burning headaches in the same month was enough for me. On top of all that, the stress level has been higher than usual.

I don’t know what I do to get through this. I guess I pray a lot. I believe when we are stumbling over rocks; God is building strength and character in us. Maybe I have had enough building for one month; but I doubt it.

We have much room to grow in our souls. We are far from being set for life. I realize this and although I have my own “hate my day” parties; I will come out shining on the other side. You know what I mean?

God promises us he will never give us anymore than we can handle. I know it, but I sometimes get angry, when I realize what I can not do any longer.

My perfect day for me anymore is having peace. This means peace and quiet, no stress, little pain, able to smile, make my bed, bake a batch of cookies. Some days, this is a hard thing to do; but we all must go on.

There is a reward for this. Did you realize the harder we fight, the more we don’t give in, the more we thank God, the reward is going to be bigger than the most expensive car or house on this earth.

Right this minute, I have partly what I wish for daily. It is peaceful. I only hear the sound of my keyboard clicking away and the motor on the AC running.

In my mind, I am able to handle the pain that is in my foot arch. I am aware that God is right here beside me; giving me this little break.

I am aware that at any moment, my life can change. I try to be ready, but I can’t sit and wait for something to happen. I would drive myself to the psycho station.

No matter who you are, your color of skin, which side of the track you live on, we all deal with daily issues. Maybe yours are different than mine; but we each feel it.

For today, I am going to thank God for this minute of time and ask him to help me fight those other minutes of the day, when all I would really wish for is to climb in bed, cover up and sleep.

God bless you my Facebook and blogging friends.
Terry Shepherd


Crispy Herb Baked Chicken

Crispy Herb Baked Chicken

Crispy Herb Baked Chicken

Rated as 4.27 out of 5 Stars
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“The secret ingredient is instant mashed potatoes, used to make the crispy coating.”


  • 2/3 cup dry potato flakes
  • 1/3 cup grated Parmesan cheese
  • 1 teaspoon garlic salt
  • 1 (3 pound) chicken, skin removed, cut into pieces
  • 1/3 cup butter, melted


  1. Heat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Grease or line with foil a baking sheet or a 13 x 9 inch baking pan.
  2. In a medium bowl, combine potato flakes, Parmesan cheese, and garlic salt. Stir until well mixed.
  3. Dip chicken pieces into melted butter or margarine, and roll in potato flake mixture to coat. Place in prepared pan.
  4. Bake for 45 to 60 minutes, or until chicken is tender and golden brown.

Avalanche Krispie Bars

Avalanche Krispie Bars

yield: 16

prep time: 30 MINUTES

Chewy and delicious, these peanut butter white chocolate Avalanche Krispie Bars are better than the original. Copycat version of Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory.


  • 2 bags white chocolate chips
  • ½ cup peanut butter
  • 6 cups rice krispies cereal
  • 1 cup mini chocolate chip morsels
  • 3 cups mini marshmallows


  1. Melt white chocolate chips and peanut butter together until creamy. Fold in rice krispies.
  2. Allow to cool to room temperature (about 10 minutes). Stir in mini morsels and mini marshmallows.
  3. Pour into a buttered 8×8-inch baking dish, pressing lightly. Refrigerate for 30 minutes, cut into squares and serve cold. Enjoy!

A Conversation about Multiple System Atrophy

“I can’t do this anymore!”

“Do what?” the mind asked.

“This bouncing back and forth. Keeping my faith. Thinking everything is going to be alright. It’s just too much!”

” I understand what you are saying. I play this game every day, sometimes several times per day. It just gets old. I look down at my body. I see the crepe skin, the bags under my eyes. I see the smile try to widen and the reflection of tears welling in my eyes. I see my swollen legs and feet. I feel the sick feeling in my gut.”

The two sit in silence digesting each other’s words. Shame and guilt over the battle of the thoughts. Realizing there is not a damn thing that can be done. No cures have been found and it doesn’t seem enough people really are aware of the  need.

Thinking back to the days of bright sunshine. “Remember when we used to walk down to the playground and sit in one of the black, leather seats hooked up to a metal  chain? We pushed with our legs. “Remember when we had stronger legs?” Silence.

We felt the breeze brushing our hair and the feeling of freedom and joy. Wow, those were awesome times! “What happened? I don’t get it! It wasn’t supposed to end up like this, for heaven’s sake!”

“Today, our legs swing, but not the way we like. They swing when someone tries to sit me  up on the edge of the bed. They swing and feel like a wet rag when they believe I need to get up and take a real bath.”

“Why don’t people just leave us alone? Can’t they see we are humiliated by them having to witness what our bodies can’t do any longer? Damn it! Just leave us alone. We just want to be left alone and die with some dignity!”

“They love us dummy. That’s why they do the things they do. They don’t understand how we feel just by looking at our faces. They have to read our eyes! How can they feel our pain when we can no longer say a word?” Silence

Letting out a deep sigh, the other follows the lead. “This sucks, you know. We are no longer someone they can count on. They are being forced to ponder on what their life will be like once we are buried and out of sight.

“Yeah, you are right. We ought to feel more compassion for them. We promised them the world and forever, and we are now giving them a view of less time.”

“I agree. Let’s give them a break. Let’s try real hard not to show the pain we are in. Let’s try to show appreciation in any way we can, that they are still sticking beside us, taking care of us. I wonder why they do that? They could just take off and find another life.”

“Dummy, they stick around and do what they do for one reason.”

“What’s that?”

“They love us.”

Written by,

Terry Shepherd



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