Disney Adventures: Day One

We boarded the shuttle bus, tickets in hand, with three excited kids. Two who knew what to expect and one who just anticipated great things, because it was, after all, Disneyland.

ON THE SHUTTLE AT 8AM ON FRIDAY MORNING

I was so nervous about this trip, but felt prepared. I had researched the accommodations that could be made for individuals with special needs. All I had to do was explain to them O's unique needs, and we obtained a pass that enabled us to access a separate entrance, at most attractions, and allowed us the option of O remaining in the stroller until boarding the ride.

When you have a child that doesn't look different, you get some pretty harsh looks and comments when accessing the special entrance. But, I knew we had done the right thing. We have child with exceptional needs. In many ways, he is unlike a typical five year old. It's okay to accept help with that, especially in a place full of sensory stimulation.

O's top rides for the day were the carousel, Autopia, the train and the jungle cruise. The girls' first pick...Dumbo.

O IN THE POSING IN THE STATIONARY DUMBO. THE GIRLS WITH MY SISTERS AND NIECE.

We also attempted a few attractions that required the use of some of our sensory tools. During the parade and Winnie the Pooh ride, O needed his earphones. He is sensitive to noises, so we carry them with us most places. They help make, what could be an overwhelming experience, enjoyable, or at least tolerable for him.

WATCHING THE PARADE, ALONG MAIN STREET

I had two regrets for the day. The first was not allowing my oldest to exit the Indiana Jones ride, when she said she was scared to ride. Based on my memory of the ride, which I realized after riding, was not accurate, I felt like she could handle it. She did not.

My second regret was nothing that I could change. Having a child with special needs, means he gets more attention, more time. M and I both realized that we spent so much time trying to make the experience positive for O, that we didn't pay as much attention what the girls wanted or needed from the experience.

THE GIRLS IN TARZAN'S TREEHOUSE

In the evening, I sat outside, watching my kids and husband swimming in a semi-heated pool. I thought about the day, and was so content. We had survived day one. Actually, we had more than survived, we had tackled it, with enjoyment.

I couldn't stop smiling.

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Finally, Friday

1. O is loving the new bike he got for his birthday. Since the weather has been nice this week, we have been outside every night after dinner. This means I get a workout in the evenings, too, since I have to run in order to keep up with him as he rides.
2. Springtime means my flowers are blooming. This is wreaking havoc on my allergies, but they are beautiful. The yellow roses and hydrangeas are my favorite!
3.  I just discovered these belVita breakfast biscuits. I was not optimistic about how they would taste, since they have 19g of whole grain. But, they are delicious. They are my new choice for breakfast on the go. 
4.  Can you guess what this is? E painted me this picture of a flamingo. I love the wispy details encircling the bird. She really enjoys painting.
5.  When you read this, my family and I will be in Disneyland. If you read this post about my anxiety related to vacations, you will know that I have been a ball of nerves this week. So, why is this one of my high fives? Because, it is the happiest place on earth...
What did you enjoy most about your week?

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Give Me a 'C'

I am writing this as I sit in bed, in a hotel room. My oldest daughter is sleeping in the bed next to me. I am listening to her slow, steady breath. Wondering where the time has gone. How has she become a tween already?


'C' is for change. Change in physical and emotional states. Change in behaviors and activities. Simply, change.

This past weekend, A and I traveled out of town for her last cheer competition. She has been participating in competitive cheer since she was six. She will not be trying out again next year.

This was a decision that has been in the works for many months. Although she started the season just as pumped up about all the new and exciting things she would be a part of during this competition year, her enthusiasm about cheer changed, somewhere around late-December, early-January.

She became uninterested, and in fact turned off to the whole thing. All of the sudden, the thing she had once loved, that she had considered her passion, was something she dreaded. How could this be?

The psychologist in me was concerned. Is this a sign of depression? After all, she was losing interest in something that was once at the top of her fun list.

As her mom, I regretted every time I had to tell her to prepare her gym bag or take her to practice. She seemed to truly hate it, even developing physical symptoms in order to avoid attending practices.

But, being a part of a team means you can't quit in the middle of a season. Too many people are counting on you. That meant, she had to continue, at least through the end of the season. So, the countdown began.

I am not disappointed in her. Ultimately, even at ten, I want her to make decisions about participating in the things that she enjoys.

While I resolved myself to the fact that she would not be continuing in cheer, I was still bothered by the why. What was it that made her change her mind, that caused this drastic change?

It had been her decision to join. At the end of kindergarten she came to me and told me she wanted to be a cheerleader. This did not seem like a good idea to me, especially when we got to the try outs and it seemed that most of other girls were tumbling around with ease and my girl couldn't even do a cartwheel.

Yet, she did it. For four years, she has worked hard and accomplished many goals related to improving her tumbling, dancing, jumping, etc.

I know that change is hard. Although she assures me that there won't be, I imagine that there will be things that she misses about the sport and the team.

I started this post with no real goal or lesson. I simply wanted to reflect on the time that has passed and the changes that I have seen in my little girl. I know there will be many more changes in the years to come. And, while I am looking forward to developing a whole new type of relationship with her, I am fearful too.

Fearful that I won't do it right. Fearful about what she will learn from this world. Fearful about the decisions she will have to make.

As I listen to her breathe, I thank God for every breath. For every moment that I have with her.

Dear Friends,

For this week's Coffee and Conversation, we were asked to write about our most valuable friendship. As I thought about who I would write about, who I would call my best and most valuable friend, I decided I could not just write about one person. Because, aside from my husband, no one person fills the role of Most Valuable Friend (MVF) for me.

I have written before about my difficulties with friendships and about finding friends in unexpected times and places.

Right now, more than any other time in my life, I feel like I have an abundance of friends.

Among those friends are you, the people I've met here. People I may never have seen in person, but whose stories and families I know as well as my own.

Other friends, I have known since childhood. And, although we live far apart in distance, we stay connected through messaging, Facebook, and good, old-fashioned snail mail.

Some I have connected with through church, which means they are like-minded and can hold me accountable.

Still others, are those I've met through my kids, but have become some of the most precious, because they are the ones God has called me to support and encourage.

On Saturday morning, I took a walk. As I walked, I began praying for my friends. I prayed for their difficult circumstances, for their current struggles, etc. And, I as I did, I wept. I found that I could not control my tears. I was broken, not because of my own hurts, but because of theirs. It felt amazing, to feel so much love for so many, that I could do nothing but weep and pray for God's love to wash over them.

I have often felt discouraged because I do not have a best girlfriend, I rarely participate in "girls night out" events, I am often left out of the impromptu get-togethers, and am rarely anyone's first choice. I have always thought that this made me less of a person, a less important friend. But, what I have realized is that friendship doesn't look the same for everybody.

For me, it looks something like this:

- being sought out for advice and support

- being invited to join a bible study with girls that I have never even met

- kind words sent in a birthday message

- an email or comment thanking me for my encouraging words

- a birthday message to my son

- a postcard in the mail

- being asked to pray for someone

- a tweet about my ability to spread the message of God's love

Thanks, friends...for all of these things, and more!

Turning 5

Tomorrow will be my baby boy's fifth birthday. I can hardly believe it. 
Actually, I shouldn't call him my "baby boy" anymore, because he is no longer a baby. I get corrected frequently on this subject. I should say, "big boy" instead.
Still, he is my baby, my last born. My special boy. 

I have learned so much about life and love from this little boy. He has struggled since the beginning of his life to make sense of this world. And, as his mother, I have learned how to help him navigate it. The love I have for O is so hard to put into words. But, I will try. 
In an effort to keep things fair, related to my kids' birthday posts, in celebration of O's birthday, I'm going to share with you five things I love about him...
1. I could listen to his little voice forever. I love when he tells me stories about his trains or animals or when he is sharing with me about something that happened in his day.
2. He is developing such a unique sense of humor. I love the new game he plays with his daddy...the i-will-imitate-everything-you-do-and-say game. Watching the two of them together brings me such joy!
3. I can't get enough of his hugs and kisses, especially since they used to be so rare. I love hearing him say, "Mom, come cuddle with me."
4. I'm just so proud of all the growth he has made in the past year, like his new sense of adventure and his ability to better articulate his feelings.
5. Seeing a smile on his face is a huge blessing to me. There are so many things he enjoys and I love watching him when he is engrossed in one of these activities.
We have come so far.
Happy Birthday, O!

Words

Yesterday turned out to be a pretty lousy day. After I got home from work, I tried to push aside the stress from my day, and get lost in the busyness of family life. But, I could not let it go. The stress of the day was too much. I had a headache and fell asleep shortly after the kids were in bed.
Unfortunately, a good night's sleep did not cure my foul mood. I woke up this morning still thinking about the situation that had caused me so much grief yesterday. I was distracted during my morning workout, thinking of all the things I could have said, but hadn't.
Words. It was the words that were said to me yesterday that I couldn't get out of my mind. They were hurtful, with intention, and were still hurting me hours later.
I knew I couldn't think about these words all day...it would just lead to more stress and make for another lousy day. So, on the drive to work, I began praying. I asked God to reveal to me why these words had hurt me so much, why I couldn't let them go. I knew it wasn't because they were true. So, why did it bother me so much?
What I discovered was that, even though I knew that I had not done the things I had been accused of, the fact that someone thought these things about me was incredibly crippling. I could not move beyond these words because they were an attack on my character.
Maybe I wanted to share this with you because I want you to know how much your words can impact others. It is why I am so careful with the words I use, especially as a Christian, as I am representing God. 
Maybe it's also to say that, while I do not believe we should base our worth on the opinions of others, what people think of us is important. I have had countless discussions with my girls on this topic, explaining to them to that, even if they didn't intend to be hurtful, if someone else feels they were being hurtful, they need to apologize. Perceptions do matter.
As I think about yesterday, and how I responded to those words, I realize I should have apologized. Not because I had done anything wrong, but because that is what was perceived. I don't know that it would have changed the situation or even that it would have been appropriate in the context of our meeting, but I should have said something. If for no other reason, in the hope of changing one person's perspective of me.
Any thoughts?
 

How Much do you Love Me?

One of the games M and I have played with our kids since they were little is the "how much do you love me game?" Whenever one of the kids would say, "Mommy (or Daddy), I love you," we would ask, "Do you love me a little bit or a lot?" If they respond with, "A little bit," they get tickled until they say, "A lot. A lot!" The kids love this game. We love this game.
Yesterday was the first day of the 40-Day Challenge through Overcome the Lie. The first of the daily challenges was to ask God this question, "How much do you love me?" God gave me this song as His answer, You Love Me Anyway, by Sidewalk Prophets:

The message of this song is that, despite our sin, God loves us. The line in the chorus that I couldn't stop singing all day, is this, "I am Judas' kiss. But, you love me anyway." 
Judas betrayed Jesus. He was one of Jesus' best friends, his disciple. He was treasured and trusted by Jesus. Yet, his kiss led to Jesus' arrest and crucifixion. The scripture says this,

Then Satan entered into Judas Iscariot, who was one of the twelve disciples, and he went to the leading priests and captains of the Temple guard to discuss the best way to betray Jesus to them. They were delighted, and they promised to give him money. So he agreed and began looking for an opportunity to betray Jesus so they could arrest him when the crowds weren’t around.

- Luke 22:3-6 (NLT)

The devil entered him. That's what evil does. It seeks to ruin something that is good. 
With this in mind, I cannot help but think of Monday's events at the Boston Marathon, and how evil worked it's way into to kill, steal and destroy what should have been a joyful experience. 
I let my eight-year old watch a bit of the news coverage on the bombing, careful not to exposure her to too much. She asked me what happened. I told her that there was a race, and at that race someone had put a bomb. She asked, why. I simply told her that there are people in this world who want to hurt others. She was shocked that this could be true. Honestly, I am too.
But, while this is appalling and devastating, I really shouldn't be surprised. After all, the enemy has been present from the beginning. And, his goal has always been to wreak havoc among the people of this world.
Yet, in the midst of evil, God was still there. Among the ugly, there was beautiful. There were spectators and first responders staying to help. Surgeons who worked to save lives and limbs for hours upon hours. 

God's love was there. 
How much does God love me? How much does He love you? 
A lot. 
So much so, that is doesn't matter what we do or have done. God's love doesn't change with the circumstances or our behaviors. 
It is constant. It never fails.

I'm Giving Up Starbucks

I love a good challenge. Actually, I don't love them, but I do believe that challenges build character and that they are essential for experiencing a full and abundant life. 
As you may remember, earlier this year I challenged myself to read the entire Bible in a year. I also participated in a 30-day Scripture Challenge in February, in which I posted, tweeted, instagramed, etc. a piece of scripture, according to a specific theme, every day.
Beginning today, for the next 40 days, I will be participating in the 40-Day Challenge, through Overcome the Lie.

The purpose of this challenge is to create "space for Jesus to come and impact our hearts" and to discover how much we are loved by God. Unconditionally. Without a cost. His love has been given to us.
As part of the challenge, I will be paired up with another woman who I can pray for and who will pray for me. I will also receive daily emails of encouragement and a daily challenge that will enable me to discover the fullness and richness of God's love for me.
In addition to the daily challenges I will receive, I was asked to consider giving up something for these 40-days. I prayed and asked God what He would have me remove from my life during the challenge. Do you know what he said?
Starbucks.
I was just as surprised as you are. 
This next 40-days are not going to be easy. But, I am confident that God will do something amazing through this challenge. 

Strength and Weakness

You are at the end of a job interview. You feel good about your performance. Then they hit you with this..."Tell us what you consider to be your areas of greatest strength. Also, tell us the areas you would like to improve." 
In an interview, when you talk about your strengths, you have to make yourself look good, without saying too much. You don't want to appear full of yourself. 
And, when sharing your weaknesses, you have to figure out how to make them sound like they are actually strengths. Something like, "My greatest weakness is that I work too hard. I always give 110% percent and devote too much time to my work."
***
When Kalyn and Lauren asked for people to submit questions for their weekly Coffee and Conversation link up, I thought this type of question would be perfect, especially since the goal of this link up is to find out what your favorite bloggers really have going on in life. 
Here is what I submitted:
What do you consider your two greatest strengths?  What about the areas you would like to improve?
However, even as I typed these questions, I had no idea how I would answer. But, I was curious about what others would say. How they would share their strengths and weaknesses. Would they play the interview game? I wanted to know.
***
It is very difficult for me to talk about my strengths. It is so much easier to talk about my weaknesses. I wish that meant that I am humble. But, I don't think that's it. I just think that I am insecure. I would much rather stay hyper-focused on the weak areas. It's more comfortable. It's also because, once I claim something as a strength I have to own it. And, if I do that, when that thing I chose is no longer a strength, then I have failed.

This is how I feel about organization. There was a time, that whenever I was asked about my greatest strength, I would say, "I'm organized." But, something has happened to me over the past year, and although I'm still interested in having an orderly life, my ability to be organized has lessened. It is no longer one of my greatest strengths.

STRENGTH So, what do I consider my two greatest strengths? Knowledge and desire.

I am an intelligent person, which has been one of my greatest assets in life. I am a quick learner, in most things, and I can talk easily using, what some call, academic language. I have always enjoyed learning and being educated.

Lately, though, I have had desires beyond being book smart. I desire to encourage others, to be more like Jesus and to share His love. I have desired to make changes in my own life and in the world around me. These desires have become so much a part of who I am. They have changed me. And, they have brought me to this space, where I can share with you.

WEAKNESS On the flip side of these strengths are my two greatest weaknesses. Or, my areas in need of improvement. Intolerance and fear.

While I know that everyone is different, there are times when I become irritated by those differences. When a colleague has a difficult time learning from her mistakes or when a close relative doesn't spell my kids' names correctly, I get annoyed. Why can't they just get it? It frustrates me. I am working on changing this.

Fear and anxiety are huge stumbling blocks for me. I have written about them here, here and here. Fear of failure. Fear of other people's responses. Just plain fear. It hinders me, keeps me from doing and being. I look fear in the face everyday. Sometimes I win. Sometimes I don't. It's a work in progress.

***

I was talking to my ten year old the other night about being the oldest child. I was sharing with her some of the struggles that come with having that position in a family. I also shared that among life's struggles, there is blessing. We can find strength in our weaknesses, because that is how God designed it. Without failure, hardship, and life's battles, we would not as easily recognize our need for Him.

Yes, it's easier for me to talk about my weaknesses because of the reasons I mentioned above. But, also because in those weaknesses there is the opportunity for change. There is the opportunity for God to work, to transform me.

How are you letting God transform you?

That’s why I take pleasure in my weaknesses, and in the insults, hardships, persecutions, and troubles that I suffer for Christ. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 

- 2 Corinthians 12:10 (NLT)

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Big Day

I'm celebrating two milestones today...
Today is the one-year anniversary of my first blog post! 
I really can't believe that I have been sharing with you for 12 months. So many wonderful things have happened as a result of this blog. It has been like having a fourth child, who I have enjoyed watching grow, develop and find it's voice in the blogosphere.
Speaking of children, the second milestone I am celebrating today is the 8th birthday of my middle child, my second daughter. 

Similar to what I did when my oldest turned ten, in honor of E's birthday, I would like to share with you eight things I love about her:
1. E is gifted in music. She creates and composes her own, loves to sing and play piano and guitar. Watching her when she is engrossed in her music, her joy is evident.
2. We have always called E our little comedian. Since she was a toddler, she desired to make us laugh, by telling jokes or just being silly.
3. Her passion, for life and everything in it is amazing. With this passion comes sensitivity, empathy and overwhelming love.
4. This girl loves God. She writes songs, draws pictures and makes books about this love. Through these things it is obvious that she understands much more about the saving power of Christ than a typical 8 year old.
5. Her cuddles. This girls loves hugs and kisses and just cuddling on the couch. 
6. E is the most thoughtful person I know. She is always making cards when her friends are down or when family is sick or just to say, "I love you." E is constantly thinking about others.
7. Her growth in academics has been outstanding. She has surpassed any expectations we had set for her. And, while she is proud, she would never boast about her accomplishments (well...except maybe to her big sister).
8. E is my helper. Whether it's by distracting playing with her brother or assisting with dinner, she enjoys being helpful. She is an invaluable member of our family.
Happy Birthday, E! I love you!!

Keep Breathing

This weekend, I began reading Carry on, Warrior by Glennon Melton. You know, the founder of Momastery. I'm sure you've heard of her.

In it she describes reading as inhaling and writing as exhaling. That is me. 
Reading and writing rejuvenate me. It's why I feel so at place in blog land. Because I can read and write here. I can share myself and learn about others.

***

I spent all last week inside the house with this odd virus. I had limited energy all week, but by Saturday was feeling much better.

However, after spending the better part of the day doing normal Saturday activities (e.g. laundry, dishes, cleaning up the house, etc), I found myself exhausted. So, I headed to the quiet of my room, with the hope of taking a nap.

I cuddled up in bed, and decided to read for a bit. I had started Carry on, Warrior in the morning, so continued reading from where I had left off. The first words I read that afternoon were, “Reading is my inhale and writing is my exhale." Yes.

I read a few more chapters and then decided I really did need to try and sleep. So, I laid my head down on my pillow and got nice and comfy. Do you know what happened? This post happened.

Not sleep. Instead, my head became filled with thoughts that I felt compelled to share. I couldn't sleep. Not now. Not when I needed to write.

I hadn't slept, yet I felt energized. Why? Because I had taken a deep breath. I had read words. Words that meant something to me. Words that made me feel like I belonged, like I was not alone. And, then, I wrote about those words, anticipating, hoping that you would not feel alone either.

I love reading. I love writing. While they are not the only things I love, they are essential for me. They are breath.

What is breath for you? If you don't know, I challenge you to figure it out. Then, once you discover it, take action.

Keep breathing, friends.

You can also find me here. Talking about being a person of influence.

Friday's Letters

IN THE WAITING ROOM. LOVE THIS BAG.

Dear doctor's office...while you were very kind to me, I'm hoping that I don't see you again anytime soon. Two times in a week is enough.

Dear mom and husband...thanks for picking up the slack this week and doing so much when I couldn't. Your help (and smoothies) were invaluable.

Dear body...I woke up this morning thinking you were showing signs of normalcy. You are getting better, but are not quite there yet. Hoping that by tomorrow we can take a walk and eat more than smoothies and pudding.

Dear work...you and I will be getting back together next week. I'm trying hard to concentrate and get things done while we are apart, but I haven't had much success.

Dear new clothes...I will be wearing you soon. I promise. My biggest dilemma will be deciding which of you to wear first.

Dear blog...I am excited about our big milestone coming up next week.

Dear God...I can't remember talking to you much this week, but I have been reading your words and listening to your voice. Thank you for always talking to me, even when I don't have much to say.

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Love and Sin

But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners. Romans 5:8
This was my Verse of the Day on YouVersion today. I have read it before. But, for some reason, today two phrases from this verse seemed to be the most important - showed his great love and while we were still sinners.   SHOWED HIS GREAT LOVE It's really all about Him. He is the great one, the all powerful, the almighty. It is not about us. It is because of His love that He reached, and continues to reach, out to us. 
On Easter Sunday, our pastor spoke out of the book of Job. Job was a man of God who suffered in life, body, and experiences. Yet, he had hope! Why? Because, God was his redeemer. He was the only one who could come to Job's aid, to take him out of the situations in his life, which it was impossible for Job to escape on his own. 
WHILE WE WERE STILL SINNERS Wait? You mean that we don't have to be good, perfect people? Absolutely not. God loves us even though we are sinners. He recognizes this sin, but it is all forgiven - past, present, and future - with the death and resurrection of Jesus. I am in complete awe of this. 
This made me think of an object lesson I once did at high school camp. At the end of an evening of worship, the leaders gave us small pieces of paper and a pencil. They asked us to write down our sins, struggles, and past experiences, which we wanted God to take from us, which we needed freedom from. After we wrote them down, we were to nail them, with actual nails, to the wooden cross they had placed in the front of the room. It was powerful. To see all those sins, etc., including mine, that Jesus had taken onto himself.

At the end of Easter Sunday's sermon, the pastor said this, "It is not about how good we are, but about how good Jesus is." That is the truth, my friends.
What does this verse mean to you? Is there something you need to nail to the cross?

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There is Good

Today's post was supposed to be about fashion. 
I was planning to share one of my favorite new outfits, which I thought I would be wearing to work this week. 
However, I am sick. Sick with a highly contagious virus that typically only affects children ages 0 to 5 years. 
I will not give you the details. I will only say that I am in my sweats, in bed and it hurts to eat, drink and walk. 
Hence, no fashion post.
In an effort to pull myself out of my misery, I started thinking about last week. About my vacation.
Yesterday, I shared some of the lessons I took from the golf course. 
Today, I want to share some of the photos I took. 

There is so much good in God's creation. So much beauty.
Be glad; rejoice forever in my creation! - Isaiah 65:18

Golf Lessons

I am not a golfer. I have golfed, though. Used to do it frequently with M when he and I were dating and first married. I didn't love it, but he did does. So, I made an effort to golf with him, to learn about and participate in his area of interest. That's just one of the things you do, when you love someone.

But, I'm not here today to talk about love. I'm here to talk about golf, actually golf courses, and how they are not at all like life.

Last week, when M and I were on vacation, he went golfing and I walked the trail, along the ocean, which went through the golf course. Along the way I took some photos. Here's what I noticed...

TEE SIGNS

These signs are designed to tell you how many shots it should take you to get to the hole. In theory, of course. When I golfed, whenever I saw the number on the tee sign, I always doubled it. If I got the ball in hole before that, I was happy.

If life had tee signs, I would know how much time it should take me to teach O how to brush his own teeth or how many years it would be before my daughters stopped talking to me  with attitude.

WARNING SIGNS

As I walked along the path through the course, I noticed many warning signs. Some seemed obvious (like, "watch for golfers" duh, I'm walking through a golf course) and others clearly stated the dangers that may have been obscured, like unstable ground or sensitive habitat. 

I would love to have warning signs in life. Those indications that would steer me away from impending danger or obstacles. Wouldn't it be great to know what stumbling block is coming in life, so it could be avoided?

YARDAGE MARKERS

These are designed to help golfers know how far it is to the hole. That way, they can choose the club that is most appropriate for the remaining yards. This is something I was never good at when I golfed. I used two clubs. One for the long shot and one for putting. 

Don't you wish life had yardage markers? Something that told you how far it was to your destination. Then, you could choose the appropriate club, and all would be well. I would love to know how long it will take me to lose this Easter weight...those Cadbury Eggs get me every time. Then, I wouldn't get so impatient waiting for the numbers on the scale to change.

FLAGS

THIS IS OBVIOUSLY NOT A PHOTO OF A FLAG. DID NOT HAVE A PHOTO OF ONE.
JUST LIKED THIS PHOTO OF MY GOLFER HUBBY AND THE GORGEOUS VIEW.

Flags are the things that shows golfers exactly where the hole is, so they have some place to aim. If life had these flags, we could steer towards our blessings instead of away from them. And, we would always know which way to go. Should I work full or part time? Is it a good idea to have this person in my life? Etc.

Are you wishing that life was a little more like a golf course? I am.



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