Bill just emailed me pictures from Cambodia. Our friend is getting married and it is occurring right at this very moment. Jeff is taking pictures with his fancy camera, too. Another friend is officiating. Isn't the bride lovely?
Have you ever heard it said that sarcasm is a form of hate? What do you think? In the last year or so, I've really been on the look out for sincere, kind people. I don't like funny anymore if funny is mean. I find myself drawn to individuals who speak their heart instead of their mind. I honestly wonder if we realize how permanent our words are. I'm trying to be less careless with my utterances. It's hard. When I'm tired, I get lazy about measuring my words. Sometimes with our children, I can blurt out things that don't benefit anybody. I've noticed that at our dinner table, our conversations can get very careless. We make harsh and arrogant statements, as if we can say whatever we want. Can we? Do you ever get a little shiver when words are too quickly spoken? I do. Today at the teacher lunch table someone said, "Quiet people often come off as stand-offish." I have NEVER thought of quiet people as stand-offish. I respect quiet people and I admire them. It's as if they hold a thousand secrets under lock and key. I want to be more like them. I would like to be less of a chatterbox and more like the quiet ones. I don't think it's too late for me.
I close this post with a tribute to my friend Vicks VapoRub. Last night I arrived home after 8:30. It was a long day. I had two meetings after work. By the time I walked in the door, I felt fuzzy-headed and bone tired. I found the pretty blue jar on the shelf by my sink, rubbed it all over my chest and then proceeded to smear if all over my feet. I put on a pair of cotton socks and crawled into bed. All night long I smelled the "get well, Sweetie" smell of this magic elixir. Today, I felt better. Tonight I still feel pretty good.
I am praying for snow and lots of it. I'd like a Snow Day so I can catch up. This week has already gotten away from me. Sigh.
I am praying for snow and lots of it. I'd like a Snow Day so I can catch up. This week has already gotten away from me. Sigh.
Oh by the way, guess where I've found many of the truly kind people I've been looking for? Yes, I have found you. The bloggers. My heart soars with hope. The blogs I read (all of YOURS) are my favorites because the writers speak the truth with care, share their triumphs humbly, are genuinely interested in others, and often wobble out there to the edge of the high dive and perform amazing leaps that say, "I trust that what I write will be received and savored." It's true. I'm doing a lot of savoring.
