I couldn’t put her down, no matter how hard I tried!
A bottle, a burp
and a change of her nappy
We rocked for an hour
leaving us both quite happy…
But then mom came home
and she forgot about me
Mom needs to leave more often
So Meemaw and Papa get baby time for free!
This image is of my daughter, but the two of them look alike, aside from their hair and eye color. Maisie has about three inches of hair going in every direction, and she has her daddy’s black brown eye color.
She’s a stunning baby… and I’m most certainly biased!
Honestly, though, she really is one of the prettiest babies I’ve ever seen. Give me time, and I’ll get her mamma to approve an image for me to share.
Of all the species of feathered flyers out there, the one bird that describes me would be the Woodpecker! Why? Well, I read off of the Wikipedia site that these birds have very strong jaw muscles.
Word? Oh, I thought it said Bird. Oh well! It’s too late to go back now…
Anyone who knows much about me, should already be aware that I talk a whole lot! I mean A LOT! I always have… and I highly doubt that I will be slowing down any time soon.
Over the years I have been chided about it, counseled to slow it down, and/or even avoided because of it. For a time, I attempted to back away from my own chatty nature, in hopes of pleasing others. I soon learned that it was more my personality than my chattiness that pushed others away. Their loss!
When I discovered that I like myself just as I am, I stopped trying to be that which I was not, for others sake!
I refer to myself as a Woodpecker, because I wish to be incessantly hammering out the love of Christ, over and over and over again!
For anyone who is bothered by my noise, there are plenty of other trees in the forest! I am sure you’ll find another comfortable place to perch!
God made me this way, so I’ve no intention of changing something if God tells me it’s not broken!
Here, I’ve left you some seeds…
Just kidding, sillies! I wouldn’t feed you bird seed… well, not only…
What’s the likelihood of a camel successfully living in a Tiny Home?
Eustace seems to think he can make it work, though I’ve some serious doubts. Let’s just hope he doesn’t try to make it a multi-level house… that is, unless he wants a lot of open sky lights!
Well, if anybody can make it happen, I’m putting my vote toward team Eustace…
Honesty is always the best policy, and I’d like to be as forthright in my answer as possible. I cannot actually come up with any compliments, from off the top of my head. I’ve not lived a life that taught me how to recognize this thing we call a compliment. I have not lived a life that offered anyone who cared, an opportunity to offer great words of affirmation toward much, if any, of my behavior or character… it’s actually been quite the opposite!
Oh, I’m sure that I’ve been offered positive comments here and there, but none have ever felt either sincere or useful enough to carry me to any great height… I’m just being completely honest!
Nothing my parents ever said, came with a behavior that backed up the words draining out of their mouths!
I had a great many men drip words of insincerity in my direction, with nothing more than selfish or nefarious purposes in their minds!
There was no one to push me into an academic or career direction, with words that might lead me to believe I was smart, in any form!
My entire life has been a fight. Pushing against adversity from every single direction I looked! I was discouraged from having children, but I did it anyway! I raised three daughters, served in the church til I bled, homeschooled my girls while simultaneously working side jobs housekeeping, and getting a college degree… while also cooking, cleaning, paying bills, and serving in a miserable marriage for 16 years. When I divorced, the only reverberating words offered by friends, family AND church was… “well, you left!”
For anyone who may have offered a compliment to my person, I thank you for your kindness. I apologize if I’ve not shown any gratitude for said compliments, but I stopped expecting or even looking for them when I was eleven!
I don’t wish for you to think me bitter, as I’ve moved away from that place of loneliness and sorrow. In honesty, I’ve only one compliment that would be worth anything and everything, but alas, I’m not home yet!
With whatever time I have left on this earth, I shall strive to live a life worthy of God’s approval, to the best of my ability . My heart yearns to hear the only words that will matter… Well Done My Good and Faithful Servant! Just sayin…
Just look at all the valuable lessons he’s taught, thus far. Why the title of today’s prompt response, in and of itself, was great wisdom.
Look how fast they roll off the tongue…
A confident person is like a box of chocolates… you never know what you’re gonna get!
I might not be confident, Jenny, but I know what love is.
… from that point on, whenever I was going anywhere, I was confident!
… and I met the confident president… aaaagiiinnn!
Me and confidence, we go together like peas and carrots!
See what I mean? What a guy! Oh, wait! I just realized that the person has to be someone I know, and I never actually met the man.
This is hard because I only know about a half dozen people, up close enough to gage their confidence level.
I’m going with my husband, as the man keeps movin whether it rains or shines. No has never stopped him, but only rerouted his path! Yes, I know I’m being partial. But, as this prompt fully intends us to answer with partiality, I’ve full license to proceed!
My husband! My best friend! My partner in crime! My lover! The other half of myself!
Wait! If all that is to be true, then what did I just say? Don’t think I walked you into me being the confident one, because that would be entirely self-gratifying and I’m in no way calling myself the most confident person in the room.
Doggone it! I went and did it again. I AM the only one in the room!
Well, whatever you choose to believe, here, I simply meant that my husband is truly the most confident person I know. We’re in this car together… til the wheels fall off!
There was a time that I could lose myself in my children, my crafts, my pets, camping, church… and friends.
Times changed, however, bringing circumstances and life interruptus’ that, in one way or another, robbed me of the entire lot!
I will always cherish the memories, treasuring each and every moment of love given and time spent… but life goes on, and as they say, time waits for no man, or woman for that matter!
Admittedly, at no point in all those years did I fully walk with God!
That has changed… thanks be to the grace offered by my heavenly father.
Currently, my days are filled with walks along the river, as I listen to music and fellowship with Him. I lose myself for hours in study of His written word, seeking the lifegiving wisdom within its pages. When I work on any of my literary work, I can easily forget to stop and eat, or even drink a full cup of coffee before it gets cold. It is normal for me to re-heat my coffee or tea repeatedly, before drinking the whole cup. My hubby actually has begun tapping me on the shoulder when I’ve gone too long without eating or drinking.
I believe that though we live day to day with very little, in terms of material things, I feel rather blessed with all the time God spends in molding this vessel. Thankfully, I’m so very lost in HIM, that there is nowhere else that I would rather be found…
Thought #1 – Maybe my grandbabies will come over in the next few weeks, so we can make homemade waffles with fresh strawberries and real whipping cream.
Thought #2 – I wonder if being ticklish is hereditary? There was never any opportunity to ask my mom if she was ticklish. I know that I am terribly ticklish, especially on my feet. Maisie is also ticklish on her feet. I know it’s only me, but I want to think that maybe I passed that to my girls, and now my daughter has passed it to my grandbaby. I just wonder about it, that’s all.
Thought #3 – Can a person get an ear infection by listening to dirty music?
Thought #4 – I’m so glad somebody invented toothpaste! At least we don’t have to use body wash or good ole Irish spring. Ughhht… I just almost threw up in my mouth, gross!
Thought #5 – What if fresh air always smelled like watermelon, on a rainy day?
Thought #6 – What ever happened to the people that Jesus encountered during his time on earth? Where did they go? How did their lives change? What did they ever make of their lives, once changed by the Son of God?
Thought #7 – How fast would the world tilt off its own axis, after all manner of phones vanished overnight? Would we simply go back to writing letters and employing the Pony Express?
Thought #8 – What is the price of a smile… or the cost of physical touch?
Thought #9 – A human soul isn’t born filled with hatred, being that it’s a learned behavior. On the contrary, it’s rather interesting that each of us are born with an innate sense of love, without ever having to be taught.
Thought #9 – Why is it then so very hard to give love sometimes, but hatred enters the room by such a minute effort.
Thought #10 – It’s kind of funny how minute has two differing definitions. We all know that a minute is 60 seconds, and yet if we change the way we pronounce it, the definition is completely different. According to Mr. McGoogle, minute (pronounced my-NOOT) means very small, tiny, or insignificant, while the time measurement (MIN-it) comes from the same Latin root but refers to a “small part” of an hour, and can also mean detailed or precise.
See? We can learn something new every day! I knew that old adage would ring true, at least in this particular instance it does. Just sayin!
Friday’s almost here, folks, so that aught to give us all some things to have thoughts about, right?!
Journey With Me! 