I think people have been so focusing on the pandemic, they forgot fluffy was coming for us. I’ve been joking, I ate and ate and ate so much that I’m no longer a size eight. 🙂
Maybe you struggle with your weight or wrinkles or body image, too. The hardest part is that in a media-savvy world, our kids and grandkids can pick up on these thoughts, too.
Our precious kiddos are stunning, but they don’t always see themselves this way.
I have a holiday Bible riddle for you.
Which do you think was the hardest: to be the Father in Waiting, the Prodigal Son, or the Older Brother?
Reflecting on Luke 15:11-32, I’m stumped by which was the most brutal. Maybe you can help.
Advent is upon on us, and it’s a time of waiting with holy expectation.
Sometimes it feels like so much of our lives are spent waiting. Waiting to graduate. Waiting to land another job. Waiting to meet the one. Waiting to become pregnant. Waiting for an empty nest (so that bedroom can become your personal room). Waiting for retirement. Waiting for different circumstances. Waiting for this ridiculous pandemic to end.
We drum our fingers. Twiddle our thumbs. Play with our hair. Pace. Or if you’re like me, make that loud exhaling sound. Hummmhhhh.
Truth be told—everything feels a little foggy. I catch myself saying, “Last August—or was it February? Or was it the year before?”
I simply can’t recall. It’s so blurry.
I visited a doctor who assured me I didn’t have a brain tumor, and says she’s seeing this grey forgetfulness among many of her patients.
