Surviving the Journey

Surviving the Journey is a book that I wrote about the journey of grief. . . since my husband passed away in 2005.  Please check this out and travel the journey with me.  You can add your own journey at the end of the book.

You Are Somebody!

Check this book out. . . if you have ever felt lost . . . if you have ever felt like you were a nobody!  Max is a middle school student that feels the only way  out from the pain of hurtful friends . . . is a suicide attempt.  Check out what gives Max hope.


Life Books: Grief Journey and Courage in Life’s Travels

I have been blessed to have time to write in my retirement. . . I have these three books that have been published by WestBow Publishing. . . all written from the heart.  My hope is that the reader can connect and use the pages in the back of each book to write his/her story.  All are on Amazon.  All the profits will go to help my community.  A Red Chevy in Heaven profits will go to a scholarship fund in memory of a coach/friend/mentor that was killed in June 2017. You are Somebody profits will go to my local elementary school where I taught for forty two years.  Surviving the Journey will go to the local Hospice that helped my husband/Dr. Lawrence Einhorn’s Cancer Research at IU Medical Center.

  1.  A Red Chevy in Heaven? ( all ages) – Have you ever wondered about heaven?  What is it like? Why do our loved ones have to leave us? Will they come back?  Why don’t they take their special things with them? Do they miss us as much as we miss them?  Memories are what keep our loved ones close. Using their things will keep them in our hearts. AJ ponders why his pap didn’t take his red Chevy to heaven. . . all of AJ words in the book, were actual words of AJ at age 3 and 4.
  2.  You Are Somebody – (Grades 3 and above) Have you ever felt lost. . . . so alone that you don’t know where to turn?  Have you felt betrayed by adults and so called friends? This is especially difficult for ten to twelve year olds without mature tools to sort out the difficult parts of life.  Max is telling the readers to have hope, have courage, and that love never fails.
  3.  Surviving the Journey (all ages) – Mrs. Thacker shares her story of grief when her husband died.  The reader is invited to write, draw, collect pictures of their loved ones.  Grief is a long journey . . . a roller coaster of life. You can’t avoid it, you can’t go around it, you just muddle through the best you can.  Lean on friends and family to make it the best way you know how.


More Questions Than Answers. . .

I have more questions tonight than answers. . . I wish I was wiser, but I am not.  . . . So I will trust in Jesus.  Follow him the best I can and it won’t be perfect.  I know that we were born with a life. . . how do we shape it to what we want it to be?  We praise God in the good times while on the mountain.  We praise God in the bad times standing in the valley.  We praise Him in the morning, at noon, and at night . . knowing He will get us through all obstacles, all sorrows of life.  He will NEVER leave us alone!


Psalm 25:20 ”O keep my soul, and deliver me: let me not be ashamed; for I put my trust in thee.”


Jeremiah 17:7 “Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is!”


Matthew 11:28  “Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am, meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

30  For my yoke is easy and my burden light.”


Trust in God. . . He will NEVER leave us alone!

Evil is Evil. . . How Can We Change?

Patricia Lorenz’s prayer this morning: “Heavenly Father, thank You for sending Your only child to teach us how to get along in this world and that good things come with a price.”


Have we learned that? The sad news of the Florida school shooting is heartbreaking.  We Americans are better than this.  How do we stop these shooting from happening again? I know the gun issue will be debated again.  My thinking is that evil is evil!


Evil is evil!  We have to do a better job of teaching acceptance, empathy, love, and respect of ourselves and everyone else in this world.  Our country has had guns forever. . . and no mass killings. Dad had a rifle that I rarely saw.  Rich, family members, friends have guns.  But they also have a love and respect for others.  Evil is evil!


We have to do a better job of helping students that are lost. . . feeling unloved and worthless.  We have to be able to guide them in a direction of work or training so they can see they too have worth.


This is not a gun issue, it is a people issue (in my opinion). . . and we have to do better.  Each of us have a duty to help. . . to mentor, to pray for our country. . . how and what to I pray?


Psalm 55:17  Evening and morning, and at noon, I will pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.


55:22  Cast thy burdens upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee.


Be strong and courageous!  We will go on in hope with  much work to do to help our youth.  . . each of us in our own communities can make a change.  We can be a positive force!


My Grandpa. . . A Great Farmer

Shirley Thacker, author of . .  A Red Chevy in Heaven?

Nothing is better than for a writer, but to know that someone has taken his/her story and been inspired to write one. One second grade class begged the sub to let them write on paper instead of going to the computer lab. . . One little gal brought her story to me.. . .
“My grandpa was born in 1928. He was a great farmer. He loved all kinds of animals. One time when he was a kid, he saw a cow that had two heads. . . Isn’t that crazy?
Mrs. Thacker swung on a rope in his barn. She would go down there and swing on the rope from the mow. (Okay who ratted me out?)
My mom has a funny memory, he was up in the attic and my mom looked up and his feet were hanging out of the ceiling!
I loved that John Deere hat that he wore. My mammaw still has it. Me and my cousin were so sad when he died. I woke up one morning and my dad said, “Addie, Poppy died.” I was crying already before he finished. He had sun cancer and he survived. But he had a little more cancer when he died.”

Isn’t that a great story? Now there is a writer. . . from the heart! That always inspires me!.

His Eye Is On The Sparrow . . . I Knew He Watches Me—Have Faith

Hebrews 10:23-24 “Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering: (for he is faithful that promised;) And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works.”


Our world seems in such a downward spiral.  We all could be at the bottom of a dark pit of despair.  But I have faith of a mustard seed.  I just need to look for joy each day!  I look for sunshine in the eyes and hearts of the little ones.  They daily lift my spirits.  I need to look for the positives — helping others when I can.


If we all did that, every community would be better.   If every community did that, every state would be better!  It could be the next “ice bucket challenge”.  Do good, look for joy praising God. . . .you don’t even need to boast about it! God will know.


Hebrews 11:6  “But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe he is, and that is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.”


Why should I feel discouraged,

Why should the shadows come,

Why should my heart belonely,

And long for heaven and home.

When Jesus is my portion

My constant friend is He.


His eye is always on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me;

I sing because I’m happy,

I sing because I’m free.

For His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.


Let not your heart be troubled,

His tender word I hear

And resting in His goodness,

I lose my doubts and fears,

Tho by the path He leadeth

But one step I may see;

His eye is on the sparrow

And I know He watches me.


Whenever I am tempted,

Whenever the clouds arise,

When songs give place to sighing,

When hope within me dies,

I draw closer to Him,

From care He sets me free:


His eye is on the sparrow

And I know He watches me.


I sing because I’m happy,

I sing because I’m free.

For His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.