Cooter has become fascinated with stories of things people got in trouble for when they were his age. He has had many conversations with his Daddy about his. Recently he asked Leroy if he got in trouble at school. Leroy told him he couldn't tell them what all he did when he was younger. I think… Continue reading You Are More
Tag: Forgiveness
The Number That I’m Most Afraid Of
Yes. There is a number I'm afraid of. You read that right. It's 70 x 7. 490 literally. But I'm afraid it was symbolic, so it could be any number, infinity, or #asmanytimesasittakes. None of them an easy pill to swallow. Or anything I can or really want to wrap my brain around. For sure, not my… Continue reading The Number That I’m Most Afraid Of
on going back
going back to the person whose heart you hurt oh so long ago and saying "I'm sorry, it was my brokenness, not yours" courage going back to the person whom you might have offended and saying, "I'm sorry, for the words that came without thought" humility going back to the person you've been so angry… Continue reading on going back
Encourage a Mama, Hug a Child
It's here again. The flipping of the calendar pages and it rolls around again. When I was little, Mother's Day was about making homemade cards, writing poems that rhymed, and making some kind of special food for my Mama. I probably crocheted her a bookmark or something small a year or two in there somewhere. … Continue reading Encourage a Mama, Hug a Child
Letting Feathers Fly
The day after I shared with y'all the video of the beautiful Thai commercial and challenged us all to "be the feathers" who look after and over each other with compassionate hearts and tender hands, my friend shared this quote with me. Oh my. She shared it with me as a different way of thinking about "being… Continue reading Letting Feathers Fly
no hearts in my text messages
I've always been an Anglophile, as far back as I can remember. It all culminated with a trip to England over spring break my junior year in college. Most people came back to school with tans. I came back with a new affinity for hot tea with milk and a tiny bit of an accent. I… Continue reading no hearts in my text messages
I Might Need A Nap 