“Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”
I don’t know the reference for that verse, I don’t even know if I quoted it correctly. I just like it :)
I don’t like January; I don’t think I’ve ever liked January. Today I was sitting here staring at the screen of the computer thinking what a monotonous month it is, especially after Christmas. Christmas is Beautiful. There’s people you love and presents you don’t need and this wonderful feeling of being at peace with the world. Then it all kinda melts away with the snow, if you were lucky enough to get snow, and there is the reality of another year. Sometimes I get excited looking at the new year and other times I wonder how I’m going to survive another 365 days of the unknown.
Yesterday I went to work for my Willie Mae and it was a gross work day and a funny story day. I had the privilege of cleaning her fridge and it was disgusting. Before I cleaned the fridge, I was given an apron from the Great Depression; it depressed me thinking about wearing it. Not really because it was ugly, more because it was covered with cat hair from Bonny Mae. I don’t like Bonny Mae and Bonny Mae does not like me. So I was cleaning and as I cleaned I wondered how I would feel and if I would do a better job if I was cleaning Jesus’ fridge instead of Willie Mae’s. Willie Mae’s fridge looked better due to this thought process.
I love working there with these older people (yes its not just Willie Mae, there are other residents). I’m learning things, mainly how it is to be aware of what I have and happy with what I don’t. I think it makes Willie Mae happy to not have something because she gets to think up a new way of making due. I’m also learning that I don’t want to hold so tightly to life. I don’t want to live with a fear of dying after having my chance at life.
Looking back to several years ago, I had a similar job opportunity and I flatly said “no”. It wasn’t my ideal job. I don’t think it is now either but I don’t know if I really know what that would be anymore. I want to work with people, I want to be able to laugh at what happens with work, I want it to be stretching, I want to be needed, maybe it is my ideal.
This morning I woke up and day dreamed about Heaven. I know odd, and maybe morbid. But I think it will be beautiful; I think it will compensate for every tired and empty moment we’ve ever felt on earth. I think we’re supposed to want Heaven, but to know that we’re here, and this is earth and not try to make it something else.
Sometimes I want those things that are hoped for, I want them now. Instead maybe, for everyone around me, I’m supposed to be the Evidence of Things Not Seen.
January blues and Willie Mae, a year of unknowns…Heaven.
“…The substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”
Sonya
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
What its all about,In case you forgot...
I just read this great thing on female brains –Ryan’s site- and it inspired me to write, must have been a chemical reaction from laughter. No really, its good stuff.
Today I’m just happy to be alive, not that I think I’m dying or anything, it’s just, life is a gift, I love it!
I have this theory, uhuh, another one, that if every time we felt we couldn’t give something up for God (as in something He wants us to give up) we should promptly pry our fingers loose and let go. I’ve done this some but not as much as I want too. I love what it does for me, to give something up for God cause you know, it’s not like it really benefits Him at all. He asks of us for our benefit. It’s this free feeling of one less THING tying you to this broken earth. Money is a thing. Music is a thing. Movies are things. I think a little bit of radical is good.
Yesterday was a super good day. I went to town and met Dawn for lunch at Copper River. We had these amazing salads that were more bacon and dressing then lettuce, and no, I didn’t worry about calories. It was salad. :) We had ourselves a wonderfully girly conversation, which covers a multitude of topics. We also talked about how the world is ending as we ate our brownies. I’m prying my fingers loose and learning to let God do as He wills on His earth, because He is God.
Then I went to the library and peacefully absorbed myself in a bridal magazine. I was looking at this year’s selection of a “modern bride”. She had a splitting hair-poof and blah dress. I do not want to be a modern bride. I was staring at her picture in fascination when suddenly, there was Teen. So for the next hour or two I sat in a public library and talked about life with my friend. We discussed many things, of course, in whispers, because the little man sitting close by had a perpetual grin on his face. We talked about why we think girls break up in dating relationships. Sometimes it makes sense. Other times it doesn’t and we think we may have an idea as to why. It’s all about prying your fingers away and letting go of self.
Last night I had a wonderful talk with my best friend, Adrian, and that had to be the bestest part of my day. I won’t tell you what all we talked about because best friends don’t tell secrets. :)
And again, I wonder if I’ll ever be able to pry my fingers loose from life and just live. Jesus never gave up on people. He never pried himself from their grasp. He never ran from their intrusive presence. He never once stopped to slowly peel a hand from his arm, never once looked someone in the face and requested space in his personal box, for pity sakes please! He never let go of Relationship.
Copper River, the library, my phone, that’s not what made yesterday super. They are things. It’s the people, it’s always the people who make life.
Learn Relationship, it’s a gift, it’s life, cling to it, then give it away.
~ Sonya
Today I’m just happy to be alive, not that I think I’m dying or anything, it’s just, life is a gift, I love it!
I have this theory, uhuh, another one, that if every time we felt we couldn’t give something up for God (as in something He wants us to give up) we should promptly pry our fingers loose and let go. I’ve done this some but not as much as I want too. I love what it does for me, to give something up for God cause you know, it’s not like it really benefits Him at all. He asks of us for our benefit. It’s this free feeling of one less THING tying you to this broken earth. Money is a thing. Music is a thing. Movies are things. I think a little bit of radical is good.
Yesterday was a super good day. I went to town and met Dawn for lunch at Copper River. We had these amazing salads that were more bacon and dressing then lettuce, and no, I didn’t worry about calories. It was salad. :) We had ourselves a wonderfully girly conversation, which covers a multitude of topics. We also talked about how the world is ending as we ate our brownies. I’m prying my fingers loose and learning to let God do as He wills on His earth, because He is God.
Then I went to the library and peacefully absorbed myself in a bridal magazine. I was looking at this year’s selection of a “modern bride”. She had a splitting hair-poof and blah dress. I do not want to be a modern bride. I was staring at her picture in fascination when suddenly, there was Teen. So for the next hour or two I sat in a public library and talked about life with my friend. We discussed many things, of course, in whispers, because the little man sitting close by had a perpetual grin on his face. We talked about why we think girls break up in dating relationships. Sometimes it makes sense. Other times it doesn’t and we think we may have an idea as to why. It’s all about prying your fingers away and letting go of self.
Last night I had a wonderful talk with my best friend, Adrian, and that had to be the bestest part of my day. I won’t tell you what all we talked about because best friends don’t tell secrets. :)
And again, I wonder if I’ll ever be able to pry my fingers loose from life and just live. Jesus never gave up on people. He never pried himself from their grasp. He never ran from their intrusive presence. He never once stopped to slowly peel a hand from his arm, never once looked someone in the face and requested space in his personal box, for pity sakes please! He never let go of Relationship.
Copper River, the library, my phone, that’s not what made yesterday super. They are things. It’s the people, it’s always the people who make life.
Learn Relationship, it’s a gift, it’s life, cling to it, then give it away.
~ Sonya
Sunday, January 17, 2010
CHURCH
Today, life was stripped down and shown in glaring black and white, in my face, unwanted and unasked for. Death has a way of making me stop and look at life. Suffering has a way of making me stop and acknowledge evil and the opportunity to do good. I went to church this morning with every intention of sitting there, absorbing some good thoughts, going home and sleeping all afternoon. Today I saw, again, my own selfishness and had the opportunity to understand God’s heart with out understanding his will.
We heard about Haiti. We heard of the frantic efforts to help the dying; We heard of the plea’s of the injured; We heard of the lost and alone in a sea of thousands. I think the saddest picture I saw was of two people carrying a coffin. It was the only coffin I saw. For the unnamed thousands of others, their casket is the bucket of a dump truck. Brutal truth.
It is said you can hear the cries of the trapped, the alone, the buried, “the unreachable”. Then the sounds stop and you simply hope God filled their last moments.
Why is it so important that we reach the unreachable, after there’s no more time? Why can’t we reach the unreachable, before tragedy makes it almost impossible? Why does it even have to take tragedy to bring the church to their knees, to see the sadness of lost souls, to strain with all they have to ease hurts? It makes me want to weep, not only for the loss of humanity, but also the way it represents lost opportunity. Now I have this opportunity to look at this hurt, this loss of life, and either turn away and wish it hadn’t happened, or embrace and learn and grow and really live in the present.
There’s a verse in Revelation 22 that I love. It speaks about a tree by a river, “..and its leaves were for the Healing of the Nations”.
Seeing the heart of God, even when I don’t understand...
~Sonya
We heard about Haiti. We heard of the frantic efforts to help the dying; We heard of the plea’s of the injured; We heard of the lost and alone in a sea of thousands. I think the saddest picture I saw was of two people carrying a coffin. It was the only coffin I saw. For the unnamed thousands of others, their casket is the bucket of a dump truck. Brutal truth.
It is said you can hear the cries of the trapped, the alone, the buried, “the unreachable”. Then the sounds stop and you simply hope God filled their last moments.
Why is it so important that we reach the unreachable, after there’s no more time? Why can’t we reach the unreachable, before tragedy makes it almost impossible? Why does it even have to take tragedy to bring the church to their knees, to see the sadness of lost souls, to strain with all they have to ease hurts? It makes me want to weep, not only for the loss of humanity, but also the way it represents lost opportunity. Now I have this opportunity to look at this hurt, this loss of life, and either turn away and wish it hadn’t happened, or embrace and learn and grow and really live in the present.
There’s a verse in Revelation 22 that I love. It speaks about a tree by a river, “..and its leaves were for the Healing of the Nations”.
Seeing the heart of God, even when I don’t understand...
~Sonya
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Artistry and Illness
I’m still sick. I’m so tired of being tired, of coughing, of not being able to talk very much, of taking vinegar and 7 pills a day. Ah… so glad I got that off my chest. Besides feeling icky, I’m having a pretty good day. I woke up happier today and I think its cause I slept later. But maybe it’s just a better day then yesterday.
I also woke up feeling both creative and hungry. So I had grits and cheese and that made it a good day too. Cooking grits didn’t totally satisfy my creative bent and I wanted to make something else. That something else happened to be cornbread. Southern cornbread, not the stuff outa the box. Southern corn bread is chewy and buttery and not like eating cake. It’s also not nasty like Cracker Barrel’s corn bread. I told Mom that I was feeling the need for an artistic fling and she told me I was going to have to bury my artistic fling and save it for another day. =( It just so happened that our artistic urges collided on the same day. I know this because she had already claimed the oven for her homemade yogurt (hence the burying) and I saw her making soap earlier.
I still felt the urge to make something so I made chicken and dumplings, mainly because I’ve never had them and wanted to know how they taste. I kinda deviated from the recipe, but then, that’s what makes it an artistic fling. Now I still feel the need to do something and I think I know what. The bathroom up here in the bonus room needs lots of help and it prolly would kill the remnant of artistry in me.
The thing about being sick is how conscience it makes me of my humanity. I can’t eat icecream because I don’t feel well. I can’t talk with out coughing. It makes me focus very much on my abilities and limitations, essentially, I focus on my self. This is why sick people are whiny. All we do is feel ill and there’s nothing we can do about it but we think about it anyway, and personally, thinking about myself doesn’t make me very happy.
So I’m trying not to and I saw several things on yahoo that made me realize again the things that are more important then a cough. There’s the earth quake in Haiti that left thousands or millions dead. Why is that when we read things like that, it doesn’t really effect us beyond, “wow that’s awful”. As if, only tragedy in the United States is really tragedy. I also saw the Republican Party already has a new president picked out for 2012. Hm. We won’t go there I think.
Today every time I wonder if it’s a good day, I know it is because I’m alive. Also because I’m not going to the dentist like my boyfriend.
I’ve also decided that I may need to find another part time job. I hope God feels that way too. :) I thought maybe teaching piano lessons or cleaning or one of those girly jobs. Anyone who has a bright AND good idea for my, speak! :)
So Ryan, I’m not going to draw all this into one great moral thought on love and randomness. Today, this post is just about life, here and now and I’ll let you look for the lesson.
From me and my germs to you and yours, my friends ~ Sonya
I also woke up feeling both creative and hungry. So I had grits and cheese and that made it a good day too. Cooking grits didn’t totally satisfy my creative bent and I wanted to make something else. That something else happened to be cornbread. Southern cornbread, not the stuff outa the box. Southern corn bread is chewy and buttery and not like eating cake. It’s also not nasty like Cracker Barrel’s corn bread. I told Mom that I was feeling the need for an artistic fling and she told me I was going to have to bury my artistic fling and save it for another day. =( It just so happened that our artistic urges collided on the same day. I know this because she had already claimed the oven for her homemade yogurt (hence the burying) and I saw her making soap earlier.
I still felt the urge to make something so I made chicken and dumplings, mainly because I’ve never had them and wanted to know how they taste. I kinda deviated from the recipe, but then, that’s what makes it an artistic fling. Now I still feel the need to do something and I think I know what. The bathroom up here in the bonus room needs lots of help and it prolly would kill the remnant of artistry in me.
The thing about being sick is how conscience it makes me of my humanity. I can’t eat icecream because I don’t feel well. I can’t talk with out coughing. It makes me focus very much on my abilities and limitations, essentially, I focus on my self. This is why sick people are whiny. All we do is feel ill and there’s nothing we can do about it but we think about it anyway, and personally, thinking about myself doesn’t make me very happy.
So I’m trying not to and I saw several things on yahoo that made me realize again the things that are more important then a cough. There’s the earth quake in Haiti that left thousands or millions dead. Why is that when we read things like that, it doesn’t really effect us beyond, “wow that’s awful”. As if, only tragedy in the United States is really tragedy. I also saw the Republican Party already has a new president picked out for 2012. Hm. We won’t go there I think.
Today every time I wonder if it’s a good day, I know it is because I’m alive. Also because I’m not going to the dentist like my boyfriend.
I’ve also decided that I may need to find another part time job. I hope God feels that way too. :) I thought maybe teaching piano lessons or cleaning or one of those girly jobs. Anyone who has a bright AND good idea for my, speak! :)
So Ryan, I’m not going to draw all this into one great moral thought on love and randomness. Today, this post is just about life, here and now and I’ll let you look for the lesson.
From me and my germs to you and yours, my friends ~ Sonya
Friday, January 8, 2010
Of biscotti, music, and love's reward
Another post. I know, astonishing and perhaps a bit quick on the heels of my last one. I’m feeling ill today and can’t work since my job requires communication, LOUD communication (I work with the hearing impaired among us) and I feel like writing. This is what happens when I’m home alone with my thoughts for more then one day at a time. I think too many things and thinking makes me want to write. Unfortunately, I usually think up great things but then I’m done thinking them and it’s hard to go back and write them out.
As I said, I don’t feel well. It’s mainly just my throat that hurts so abominably but this has affected my speaking abilities. As in, I can’t. :( Every now and then I speak a strangled word into the silence around me, just to see if my voice coming back. It’s getting there but then “Hello” isn’t really a worthy conversation on which to base my health progression. I tried drinking vinegar yesterday to heal my self and it helped, I’m sure. I can’t imagine what I would feel like if I hadn’t taken vinegar. :) Today I’ve decided to vary my treatment a bit and have coffee and brownie biscotti. I think its helping. I love brownie biscotti; I made some yesterday and its far better then any of the stuff I’ve made before. I will gladly share if you want some.
I have discovered a new song that I positively love. I was up at my dear friend Ang’s house last night and she had this CD going. Somehow in the midst of our in-depth discussion one of the songs stood out enough for me to decide I liked it. So I came home and found it on line and proceeded to brain wash myself. The song is from Jewel’s Lullaby CD and it’s called, “Angel Standing By”. After having listened to it several times, I began wondering if I should be listening to this song. It sounds as green as CO people look and smell. I think the word would be new age. Now I don’t believe Rock is an ok thing to listen to. I can tell you why I think this if you ever care to ask. So I’m wondering, for the same reason, is “Green music” ok? Should I even wonder and bother with trying to know? If I wonder then I’ll think and if I think I’ll come to a conclusion and then I’ll have to follow my conclusion. Is it right, wrong, or amoral?
I am amazed at the binding power of love. I was pondering this in my journal the other evening and I thought of Christ, being bound by Love and a sense of Honor to His Creation. My hurts caused His tears, my guilt, His death, and when he sees me it isn’t as a painful reminder, but a precious reward. I can’t fathom the strength of a love to see the source of Ones deepest agony, as a reward.
So why would I want to listen to music, to do anything really, that could possibly drive the nails deeper? Why not try to live worthy of Love’s Reward? Why not…
So I’m still thinking, still wondering, and I probably will continue to do so today. It will be a good day for me, hopefully, you too. Sonya
As I said, I don’t feel well. It’s mainly just my throat that hurts so abominably but this has affected my speaking abilities. As in, I can’t. :( Every now and then I speak a strangled word into the silence around me, just to see if my voice coming back. It’s getting there but then “Hello” isn’t really a worthy conversation on which to base my health progression. I tried drinking vinegar yesterday to heal my self and it helped, I’m sure. I can’t imagine what I would feel like if I hadn’t taken vinegar. :) Today I’ve decided to vary my treatment a bit and have coffee and brownie biscotti. I think its helping. I love brownie biscotti; I made some yesterday and its far better then any of the stuff I’ve made before. I will gladly share if you want some.
I have discovered a new song that I positively love. I was up at my dear friend Ang’s house last night and she had this CD going. Somehow in the midst of our in-depth discussion one of the songs stood out enough for me to decide I liked it. So I came home and found it on line and proceeded to brain wash myself. The song is from Jewel’s Lullaby CD and it’s called, “Angel Standing By”. After having listened to it several times, I began wondering if I should be listening to this song. It sounds as green as CO people look and smell. I think the word would be new age. Now I don’t believe Rock is an ok thing to listen to. I can tell you why I think this if you ever care to ask. So I’m wondering, for the same reason, is “Green music” ok? Should I even wonder and bother with trying to know? If I wonder then I’ll think and if I think I’ll come to a conclusion and then I’ll have to follow my conclusion. Is it right, wrong, or amoral?
I am amazed at the binding power of love. I was pondering this in my journal the other evening and I thought of Christ, being bound by Love and a sense of Honor to His Creation. My hurts caused His tears, my guilt, His death, and when he sees me it isn’t as a painful reminder, but a precious reward. I can’t fathom the strength of a love to see the source of Ones deepest agony, as a reward.
So why would I want to listen to music, to do anything really, that could possibly drive the nails deeper? Why not try to live worthy of Love’s Reward? Why not…
So I’m still thinking, still wondering, and I probably will continue to do so today. It will be a good day for me, hopefully, you too. Sonya
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Excuse me, I'm having a "moment"!
I miss people. I went grocery shopping today and I had fun. I used to hate grocery shopping, mainly because I didn’t know where anything was located. Like, who thinks to look for cool whip with the frozen vegetables, I mean really? But it was really good to get out and see people; people I didn’t know but who knew me. I was walking into Walmart and a man walking out had “a moment”. I think it’s the kind of moment where you look at someone you don’t know and somehow deep inside you feel you should know them and then proceed to treat them accordingly. I get treated like this a lot. People seem to feel like they know me but then I do it quite a bit to others too, so it all works out. Anyway, back to the man and his moment. I think he was a little mentally delayed but he totally made my day because he stoped out side of Walmart, right where cars like to drive, and asks me how I am. I told him I was doing splendidly, how was he? He’s splendid too and he’s cold and he can’t wait till spring. Then he continued on his way and I on mine. But it really just made me happy that someone would stop and ask me how I am, someone I don’t know and it’s not their job to ask. I like asking people how they are and I really want to know but it’s an even better feeling when someone asks me.
I went inside and got a cart and I really like shopping with a cart. I never do unless I’m grocery shopping, mainly because it’s dangerous to other shoppers since I don’t like using my hands to steer. I just kinda hook my elbows on the handle and away we go. I found all the things I wanted and even a few I didn’t.
Then I had this great “Sweet!” moment of pulling into the check out line and realizing I knew the person in front of me. It was Miss Sarah, an ex-coworker from the restaurant-she also no longer works there. So I got a hug from another grandma-lady in my life and we talked about Christmas and how we’re doing. Miss Sarah was one of my favorite peoples because she was just great. Some people are like that. One time when we YOUNG waitresses were expressing our surprise over her going to visit a male friend in Savannah, she looks at us like, uhuh, and tells us, “Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I’m dead”.
So as I left Walmart, I was happy I went grocery shopping and sad because things like that used to happen to me everyday. People happened to me everyday. I miss finding friends, ones I have or haven’t met yet. Seeing people and knowing them somehow, kindred spirits according to Anne, makes me think of Heaven. For now, I’ll just call them the “angel moments” among us. Loves and Hugs Sonya
I went inside and got a cart and I really like shopping with a cart. I never do unless I’m grocery shopping, mainly because it’s dangerous to other shoppers since I don’t like using my hands to steer. I just kinda hook my elbows on the handle and away we go. I found all the things I wanted and even a few I didn’t.
Then I had this great “Sweet!” moment of pulling into the check out line and realizing I knew the person in front of me. It was Miss Sarah, an ex-coworker from the restaurant-she also no longer works there. So I got a hug from another grandma-lady in my life and we talked about Christmas and how we’re doing. Miss Sarah was one of my favorite peoples because she was just great. Some people are like that. One time when we YOUNG waitresses were expressing our surprise over her going to visit a male friend in Savannah, she looks at us like, uhuh, and tells us, “Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I’m dead”.
So as I left Walmart, I was happy I went grocery shopping and sad because things like that used to happen to me everyday. People happened to me everyday. I miss finding friends, ones I have or haven’t met yet. Seeing people and knowing them somehow, kindred spirits according to Anne, makes me think of Heaven. For now, I’ll just call them the “angel moments” among us. Loves and Hugs Sonya
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Vinegar, Christmas, and The American Dream
I am tired and I feel a little whiney. My family ate out this evening and I think the chef is trying to mutilate the American dream before it even starts. You know, the one that goes “I want to be young, thin, and beautiful”. I say this because my chicken looked liked it was grilled in grease. But it was good, or at least it tasted good. I do not feel very American dreamish at the moment.
I love telling people to take vinegar. I love watching the reaction, the wrinkled nose and questioning look, concern for my sanity no doubt. I hate taking vinegar and I only do because its supposed to do EVERYTHING for me. Health wise anyway.
I had a great Christmas but it was unlike any previous Christmas’. For me Christmas means family, laughter, food, and a foot of snow AFTER you leave for home and can’t enjoy it anymore. This year there was family, laughter, food and a foot of sand on the beach when I left for home. It was a different Christmas because I was with Adrian’s family in Florida and it wasn’t cold(or at least not snow cold). I always said I was never going to Florida ‘cause everyone goes to Florida and far be it from me to be like everyone else. But I’m certain my experience was singularly different then everyone else’s. Mine was better. :)
I shall summarize it for you my reader. I sat in a very red car for 10 hrs and learned that its not always guys that are more hot blooded then females. I think years of swinging by the north pole when traveling with Dad has taught me that you never allow the car temperature to go above 40*. While in Florida, I ate, a lot, as in, all the time. Besides eating, I got up earlier then I ever do at home. It was good for me. :) Or so I was told.
We played games, visited the beach, walked, shopped, touristed, and I got lessons on golfing and football, more specifically, The Colts. We made memories.
And now I’m home and I’ve had an entire 2 days of reflection. I’ve come to several conclusions. Christmas is a celebration of love and family and it doesn’t even matter if its not your own family; You can’t set expectations on love because when you do, its no longer love; Every experience is richer when remembered, so my new year’s resolution is to live well in the moment and exceed my best of memories.
I also want to floss more and drink gallons of vinegar and eat lots of garlic. Then I want to give all my friends hugs. Laughs. I’m kidding, sorta. ;)
This week, remember that nothing, vinegar, Christmas, or people, can fix every problem and make you supremely happy, nor will they make you “ young, thin, and beautiful” but it doesn’t matter, to God and prolly someone else, you’re perfect.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! ;) Sonya
I love telling people to take vinegar. I love watching the reaction, the wrinkled nose and questioning look, concern for my sanity no doubt. I hate taking vinegar and I only do because its supposed to do EVERYTHING for me. Health wise anyway.
I had a great Christmas but it was unlike any previous Christmas’. For me Christmas means family, laughter, food, and a foot of snow AFTER you leave for home and can’t enjoy it anymore. This year there was family, laughter, food and a foot of sand on the beach when I left for home. It was a different Christmas because I was with Adrian’s family in Florida and it wasn’t cold(or at least not snow cold). I always said I was never going to Florida ‘cause everyone goes to Florida and far be it from me to be like everyone else. But I’m certain my experience was singularly different then everyone else’s. Mine was better. :)
I shall summarize it for you my reader. I sat in a very red car for 10 hrs and learned that its not always guys that are more hot blooded then females. I think years of swinging by the north pole when traveling with Dad has taught me that you never allow the car temperature to go above 40*. While in Florida, I ate, a lot, as in, all the time. Besides eating, I got up earlier then I ever do at home. It was good for me. :) Or so I was told.
We played games, visited the beach, walked, shopped, touristed, and I got lessons on golfing and football, more specifically, The Colts. We made memories.
And now I’m home and I’ve had an entire 2 days of reflection. I’ve come to several conclusions. Christmas is a celebration of love and family and it doesn’t even matter if its not your own family; You can’t set expectations on love because when you do, its no longer love; Every experience is richer when remembered, so my new year’s resolution is to live well in the moment and exceed my best of memories.
I also want to floss more and drink gallons of vinegar and eat lots of garlic. Then I want to give all my friends hugs. Laughs. I’m kidding, sorta. ;)
This week, remember that nothing, vinegar, Christmas, or people, can fix every problem and make you supremely happy, nor will they make you “ young, thin, and beautiful” but it doesn’t matter, to God and prolly someone else, you’re perfect.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! ;) Sonya
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