It’s cloudy here in Texas, so I’ve been doing some things around the house. I’m enjoying my alone time, but still have a lot I want to do before my daughter gets home.
Yesterday, I met a friend for lunch.
It was spur of the moment, but let me just tell you, the drive was spectacular! We met in Elgin, TX, which was the nearest town to my daughter and I, when we lived on 40 acres. I haven’t had a reason to go there the past couple of years, so it was interesting to see how things had changed.
Even though my daughter is not here this weekend, she is in my heart. I went into what used to be a couple of my favorite shops yesterday, and came home with some little things she will love. These two shops had changed since the last time I was there, but one shop still had a couple of my favorite things. I went into that shop twice.
The tins of mints describe pieces of our life.
My daughter’s worst days are contributed to PMS. I have to stop everything I’m doing to accommodate a hot flash. The next time she apologizes for her moodiness, I can hug her, and hand her these. It’s in the perspective.
I have been reading a number of Blogs recently, and a lot of writers have stopped writing. If you love to write, then write. It doesn’t matter if it has a point, because the person who is reading it is going to get what they need from it. Things jump out at me that the writer probably just threw in there.
The numbers are not reality.
Algorithms control what people see, but our God controls who sees what we write. I have seen Him use it many times, and it wasn’t reflected by numbers. I will continue to write what is on my heart, so God can use it.
I was the most fulfilled by writing in January, when I did so everyday. I didn’t always have something profound to share, but it felt good. If I’m sad about something, or in a rotten mood, I try not to burden you with it. Once I have revelation, that is what I love to share.
Just like spending time this weekend, uncluttering my home. That also unclutters my mind.
My daughter loves these soaps. These are hand soap size, so not a lot of money. There is something so intoxicating about the smell of a man. We don’t have a man living in our home, but that doesn’t stop us from enjoying the smell of one.
It’s all in the perspective.
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I LOVE this post! Good preachin’! Haha!
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