Running Out of Storage Space…or How I Fixed my Blog


Last week while I was writing my recent blog on Texas, I loaded a few photos, and everything stopped. That is when I looked at the MB space…I had run out. After writing on a “free” blog since 2011, I had run out of space.

Now, I’m especially happy with WordPress and all I pay for my blog is $18 a year to keep my domain name…but now what was I going to do about space?

I had two choices as I looked at it: delete old posts for more room or pay (a premium price) for premium on WordPress.

Since I’ve never published a book, or built a platform, maybe there was a third choice: stop blogging. After all, I don’t have to have a huge following of readers. If one person besides me enjoys my photos, or is encouraged by my words, I’m good with that. But I’m not ready to pay a bigger price.

I know that the premium price has its possibilities for growing my blog, but not for me, not at this time. So, I searched for answers and came up with this:

All I had to do was chose the company (WordPress) and dates to remove, and within seconds Blogbooker took my pages (including photos) and handily made them into a PDF book. For free they took my pages from 2011-2014 and saved them to PDFs. Yahoo! Problem solved!

Even though it seemed a cutting out of the heart, I still had those past words saved on my Mac. This was an easy fix, and if I wanted to pay more I could save it all.

Then my questioning mind went on to more thoughts. What happens when we run out of storage space? Let’s say, stuff in your house…stuff it in the garage? Rent a storage building? Build a shed? I thought beyond the garage or computer storage…


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What would we do if our prayer storage space ran out with God? What if God had limits to our prayers? What if those things you constantly worried and prayed over, were just thrown out by God the second time he heard it?

“Nope. Sorry…you can only pray that prayer once.” Or…

“Why are you still worrying and whining?”

“I can’t believe you are still whining!”

“Nope! We are done with this. Haven’t you learned? Move on or I will answer someone else’s prayers.”


I know this makes God seem human, without patience, and without compassion. As humans we sometimes tend to think God has the same attitude as we do. That we are tired of others whining and we lose patience.



David had a lifetime of enemies chasing him, more than you or I will ever have, but other things chase us: worry, fear, illness, hard relationships, and financial woes.

Philippians encourages us to rejoice in the LORD. Don’t be anxious—pray about everything!


Thank God that He doesn’t have an end to his patience! There is nothing that will keep him from listening to our prayers, however humble or stupid we think they are. In fact, humble is the best word to describe the way we should meet him in prayer.

I’ve been waiting for a long time for some prayers to be answered. It’s possible they will never be answered, or come about in the way I think they should. My plans seem so right, but does God bless them?

His plan is the best for me!  And he also knows my desires. He has made me and he knows me, just as he knows you.  So don’t worry about God’s prayer storage space being too full: he is a loving God intent on hearing all your prayers.





Wimberley, Texas: The Town with the Big Boots


If you like the sights I showed you of Gruene, Texas, you may want to drive over to another small town called Wimberley. This town was started as a trading post settlement in 1848 near Cypress Creek. William C. Winters built a gristmill on the site and the settlement was called Winters Mill. In 1874 Pleasant Wimberley bought the mill and over the years it produced lumber, shingles, flour, molasses and cotton.

Winters-Wimberley House–

The first thing we saw as we headed into town was a large colorful boot next to a shop. As we located a place to park we saw several more. In fact there are 50 boots all over this little town









Need some bling?

If you want to see all the shops open (in winter) you should come Thursday-Sunday. We went to town on Wednesday and we missed out on a few interesting ones.

Here are a few of the shops:

  • Papa Hoo’s Popcorn—gourmet-popping corn.
  • Wimberley Café
  • Kiss the Cook—any kitchen utensil you will ever need
  • The Art Gallery
  • Billie Lorraine Jewelry store
  • Aunt Jenny’s Attic
  • 4 Sister Shop
  • Pitzer’s Fine Arts—these sculptures will make you smile
  • Under One Roof
  • The Old Mill Store—beautiful woodworking
  • The Wild West Store, home of the “boot whisperer”
  • The Farmloft
  • Wall Street Western—the coolest shop ever!

The Chickadee shop was full of all sorts of vintage items, including a doll I remember from my younger years. When you flip up her apron, you read the story.



There are plenty of antique stores in these little towns, some may be familiar, but I’m sure you won’t find as many used-in-good-condition cowboy boots as you can in Texas!

We had a fine lunch out on the patio in front of the Wimberley Café. The lunch special for $6.99 was 2 slender pork chops with wild rice and copper penny carrots, along with plain iced tea. This was served along with Southern hospitality!





I want to share a few photos of the shops I enjoyed the most:

The Old Mill Store






Pitzer’s Fine Art






My favorite shop–saving the best for last…Wall Street Western

The outfit hanging on the left was custom-made for Marty Robbins. See the boots to the right.


This jacket was made for me!
Also made for me! The leather was so soft…


All items are well displayed and guarded by 4 Persian cats.
This fine display of old hats greets you when you come in the door.
And the boots!



One thing we have discovered–in Texas you can’t find an ice cream stand that sells hard or soft ice cream in a cone…or dish. What you find are popsicles, and other things on a stick, in the grocery store. You can also find (what used to be ½ gallons) of ice cream there. Why is this, I ask? Because it’s too hot in summer?

We settled for DQ and had blizzards…not quite the same, but it was a hot day in winter.


Next time…The Alamo