I’m off to London for a quick fun trip with my sister next week. I realized today that we’ve never been on a trip together as adults. Neither of us have been kids for quite a while but it’s fun to think about a trip with no parental supervision. haha! We are both huge fans of all things Jane Austen. Although someone recently told me I can’t really be considered a true fan if I’ve only seen her movies and not read the books. haha! Bonus ultra fan points for those who have read her books multiple times. Anyway, on those terms, I suppose I’m not as much of a fan as others but I will argue, that ANYTHING Jane Austen is fan-worthy and anyone who loves anything Jane Austen can be in my fan club, lame as some may think it.
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When our youngest daughter, Anna, was about 4, her forehead made unfortunate contact with the pedal on her older brother’s bicycle. I can’t remember how that happened exactly and honestly am struggling to visualize it but it happened nonetheless. It left a gaping wound on the left side of my beautiful baby’s forehead and as you can imagine, blood streamed down her face at record speed.
Most of us love a good birth story, especially those who have given birth. We moms could go on and on and on and on about our pregnancies and labor and delivery stories. Today is our son’s 23rd birthday. His birth story is one of top three favorites. (I have three kids.) His birth story was quite eventful and unique – as they all are. I’d like to tell you about it and I’m also going to include a few of my favorite birth stories from the Bible. Join me as I link up with Mrs. Disciple and other bloggers who are recounting their favorite bible stories.
This week’s #FridayFive prompt from my friend, Kelly at Mrs. Disciple is Easter. It was challenging for me, as it typically is, to reign in the ideas of what to write about. My heart and my brain go into overdrive and I usually end up writing close to three posts before I get a handle on which direction to go in. This one was no different.
As I began this post I thought, “Oh, this will be simple!” As it turns out, I’ve had quite a few new and noteworthy experiences in my almost 5 decades. If I tried to list them all I think it might break the internet. A friend and I were recently discussing how if certain things we’ve experienced weren’t our experiences, we would be jealous of ourselves. I feel that way about most of my life. If this wasn’t my life, my adventures, my experiences, I’d be jealous of them. Of course, there are a few parts I’d definitely leave out or do differently but, for the most part, my life has been full of adventure and new experiences – and I’m grateful.
Per·se·vereˌ pərsəˈvir/ verb: continue in a course of action even in the face of difficulty or with little or no prospect of success. Facing difficulty with little to no prospect of success. Oh my goodness… This sounds so bleak! Persevering without hope, without Christ, is bleak at best. Persevere is a verb. And action word. My idea of persevering is waiting while moving forward. That sounds more hopeful, doesn’t it?
As we ring in the new year we’re being blasted with all things “resolution”. I can’t remember the last time I’ve made a New Year’s resolution. I also can’t tell you the last time I’ve eaten black eyed peas on New Years Day. And all the Southerners gasped in disbelief and stopped to pray for my soul…