Twenty-five years ago I dressed my younger brother up like a girl. Hair bows, make-up, pink skirt, the whole nine yards. It was one of my favorite pastimes. I find comfort in the fact that he now is a manly man, a devoted husband and father who loves sports and flatulence. Thankfully, his cross-dressing was simply out of submission to his older sister’s bossy and manipulative ways.
Opportunity Cost
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Crumbology
A Celebratory Thursday
Seasonal
A Story
I love to read. Evidently I learned pretty early, some of my first memories being those of my Grandaddy and me on the sofa reading Beatrix Potter stories, tiny books just perfect for a young child’s hands.
Perfect
Baby, there was only One who was perfect. Please don’t ever think we expect you to be perfect. All the trying in the world won’t make you perfect. It’s why we need Jesus.
Beyond the Busy
From Field to Fairway
Price My Space: Master Bedroom
The Nester’s having another Price My Space party and I decided, very last-minute-like, to join in. On a whim I tidied up my bedroom today, dusting and all. This was because I was so depressed by the general state of affairs regarding the rest of the house. Sometimes I just pick the easiest task to complete, simply to feel better. Sort of like writing stuff on your to-do list that you’ve already done just so you can cross it off and feel productive. Not that I’d know about that.