Tell me you wouldn’t binge watch videos of children’s antics during an Easter Egg hunt, but you’d be fibbing.
Watching one child take eggs out of the basket of another who isn’t looking, or following another child around, only to steal his or her egg find? You’ve never watched? It’s a riot! I’d binge watch that Olympic sport for hours, if I could.
An egg hunt is the best place to determine whose going to be the next pastor, and/or who will be the next politician… just sayin!
Since this community is just right for me, the people oh so sweet, and the neighborhood so warm and inviting…
Well… all I want to improve would be the amount of cookies available to all who visit our street. The happier my community is, the better it makes me feel.
And, what would make a community improved? A sugar high, that’s what!
With more cookies comes more sugar, and more sugar brings out everybody’s happy vibes (well, unless you can’t have sugar).
So, what if a visitor to the community can’t eat regular cookies? That’s what I meant by more cookies, when suggesting what could improve the neighborhood. We need sugar cookies, of course, but we can also make sweeties out of other ingredients, in order to feed those with food sensitivities. Our WP community should NEVER be without sweets, in my opinion. Perhaps that’s why we have such sour politicians in government… not enough cookies!
Before you start thinking that I’m being flippant about caring for my community, I’ll stop you there, as I care very much for those around me. Sadly, I’m not able to become active within my actual neighborhood, as it is very unsafe to exist without my husband as my guardian. You don’t often get to choose your neighbors… only the physical distance between apartments. While I don’t physically go out into my community often, I do pray for them every day, so hopefully that counts for something.
And that, ladies and gents, is my reason for offering more cookies, more encouragement, more inspiration, and more unique characters within The Lobby. You are my community, my family, really.
Cookies?
The cookies on the platter are made with a sugar substitute, as well as, there will now be fruit and nuts for more variety. Just covering all my bases.
Looking back over the last several years of answers to this prompt, I saw two sides of my own experience. Both sides were a bit painful to read through, but I did it as an exercise in being thorough. Don’t get me wrong. They were on point, in fact!
But, for the sake of my peace and tranquility, let’s opt for a fresh and uplifting answer to today’s question.
I made it!
We are still moving forward, and we’re nowhere near where we were this time last year. That’s progress!
As many of my readers and fellow bloggers already know, Covid-19 did quite a number on us. This time around, I choose to take back all that Covid has stolen from us. No, I don’t plan on reclaiming a bunch of lost junk and paper memories. I mean that I’ve no desire to let Covid take ownership over my emotions, my life, nor my journey’s direction.
Get off my lawn Covid!
Well, I don’t actually have a lawn, as of yet. But I will. You just wait and see…
Tea time, time in the word time, and prayer time. If I haven’t done these three things before my day gets started, my whole day is off, simply put.
I apologize for things being so short and simple these last several days. Yesterday was time with Maisie, and today I’ve an appointment in less than an hour.
There are no two people alike! Not even twins are identical, even though they call them identical twins.
Cloning won’t even work, due to a unique thing residing within each body… that would be the soul, if you hadn’t already guessed.
I was just talking to my husband about this today, in the car, on the way home from seeing our grandbaby. If you cookie stamped out a hundred identical bodies, and then placed a hundred different souls into those bodies, you’d end up with a hundred unique creatures. Each would have individual somethings that render them different than all the others.
I feel like peas in a pod whenever I spend time with either of my two closest friends, and yet there isn’t a drop of blood shared between us. Most of my flesh and blood are nothing like me, nor my daughter’s, for that matter.
My oldest daughter and I look nearly identical, and couldn’t be more different… or perhaps we’re too much alike, and we drive each other batty.
My point is, ladies and gents, that out of all the 8.3 billion plus humans on the planet, each is unique… individual.
That is the way God sees us, as well.
No two are alike to him, nor can one’s behavior and character effect another’s ability to walk through the pearly gates! If God created my inmost being, knitting me together in my mother’s womb, he did it for each and every one of you. God loves you, cherishes your uniqueness, and jealously protects his relationship with you… you, just as you are and not like anyone else.
I think it would be absolutely fantastic if we could come up with a dance move called “The Wiwohka!”
Basically, it’d be the name you can give to people when they question your style of dance. The stranger, the better! Preferably, you can form your style into that of an inebriated surfer, riding the waves of the music, as if you’re being stalked by a great white!
Quite honestly, I’m not sure I was thinking in terms of my future career when I was five years old. Baby dolls, kittens, puppies, candy apples at the fair, and how much I hated liver and onions are mostly all that I was thinking about at that age.
Being born and raised on a farm, my early days were spent on the back of a horse or eating all of the strawberries that my mother was trying to pick for making jam.
Though I may not have thought of my future career when I was five, it’s funny that I ended up doing one or more of my childhood activities for adult pursuits, i.e. raising babies, baking, gardening, camping, hunting, fishing, breeding dogs, homeschooling my children, and now, becoming a writer.
The writer part is the result of the thousands of books I read from the time I was tiny… that and watching Willy Wonka, Bedknobs and Broomsticks, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and The Sound of Music, just for starters!
I think that maybe that’s what a five year old should be doing at that age… not dreaming of a career, but dreaming of magic, miracles and adventure, pure and wonderful!
Who knows, though, maybe I was just slow to develop in that regard. Maybe I just watched too many cartoons, and/or read too many silly adventure books. Oh well, I’m still glad I spent my childhood with Gene Wilder, Julie Andrews, Dick Vandyke, and Angela Lansbury, aren’t you? Why? Because, my imagination was born there…
Probably one of the most misunderstood things on this planet, this feeling we call love!
Everybody wants it
We all think we know how to handle it
We crave it
We steal for it, lie for it, pay for it, and often die for it
But does anyone understand love fully?
I’d bet my considerably small fortune that most humans DON’T have a clue about the depths of love; it’s power, it’s strengths, it’s weaknesses! Not even close…
Love is a gift
Love is sometimes a curse
Often times, love hurts, too
Love makes the wisest of men act out of character, go against everything he knows to be true… for only one moment, one smile, one touch…
Love is free, and yet it costs us everything…
Love is the cost that many will save for, but an expense few are willing to fully pay.
Love is a gift that if not given away only poisons the heart, thereby destroying the one holding on to it. We all have an entire lifetime to practice the art of giving and receiving love, and yes I said receiving it, also.
Just as it is nearly impossible to understand it, grow it, and give it to others… love is even more difficult to receive from others. We struggle with motives, liars, deceivers, and worse yet, our own distrust of what love should be.
We are each born with love in our heart, and only one lifetime to grow it, use it, and receive it from one another. Let’s not waste any more time talking about it…
I’ve no intention of wasting my time explaining things that everyone already knows. Besides, what I do isn’t considered a job… it’s my passion, my purpose!
A job is something one gets paid to do, in dollars and cents, which is something I’ve never received for any of my efforts. I birthed and raised my children for nothing, served in the church til my fingers bled for nothing, and chased after caring for others needs before my own… for nothing!
Technology changing made no difference in any of those categories.
However, I’ve worked in paid positions, attained a college education, and benefited from technological advancement in both. I believe everyone has, so this prompt question is rather silly!
If you know how to use Google then you’re fully aware of how far we’ve come… nuff said!
I’ve a husband that just finished finals, and I’ve been running from doctors appointment to doctors appointment for over a week, now. We both need a break!
It’s time for some Icarus. They just released a new expansion so the game’s got my full attention… And you’re interfering with that plan, WP, no offense.
Today’s prompt came as the perfect opportunity for me to show you how easily I’m willing to say the NO word, when it comes to my goals.
Today’s goals?
Icarus…
Homemade muffins…
Time with my very best friend…
See? Nothin else fits!
Don’t think I’d forget your cookies…
That’s always, always a yes… even though the cookies say no.
Journey With Me! 