I was so excited to get those presents into the hands of the people I love that I obliviously stepped from the top step to the pavement. The crack in my right foot and the lightning rushing through my left knee brought thunder to my head. I wanted to cry. That’s when vanity spoke up.
The point: my response to the negative light cast upon police officers has been silence. Until now. Actually it is the same response I have towards negative aspersions cast upon anyone who has dedicated their lives towards making this country a better place. When are we going to say thank you? When are we going to say I pray for you? Why must we be quick to condemn and slow to appreciate? And lastly, why are we punishing the whole for the actions of the few? Trust me I feel punished when I hear the acerbic tone in your response of support to either side in this issue. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one.
I danced and sang (Beyonce’s got nothing on me) Crystal was right, Crystal was right! The husband was so happy he didn’t have to go old school he was ready to sing with me.
7. The time Derek, the first born of the four, sat us down to tell us he was joining the marines. It was the first of many sit downs initiated by our children. For the record-that wasn’t in any of the parenting books I read.
Our home has three flat screen televisions. None of them have been used for days. This is my best description of being “country.” We are removed from convenience to the point where we find value in each other. We laugh a lot. We talk a lot.
From the beginning I knew weather adaptation wouldn’t be my problem. Adapting to a different culture would be difficult. And truth be told, it is hard.
All of a sudden that pioneer tenacity wasn’t so awe inspiring. It was a big pain in the (in our case) the computer that controls the cam sensor. My husband wasn’t embracing that walk beside the wagon mental picture. Truth be told, neither was I.
There is a parable in the Bible about a man who sold all he had to get the one thing he deemed the most valuable. The verse in Matthew 13:46 states “When he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought […]
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