Think back on the people who have influenced you the most. Pull up their faces. Recall their imprints on your soul. These are the ones who go about living like “the lilies of the field,” simply and gratefully. These are the lives that mold and shape us.
I am in awe of my oldest granddaughter’s strength! She is a champion softball pitcher and batter. When she lets loose her fast pitch, I feel sorry for the batter on plate, much less her own catcher!
It’s the season for graduations and I’m celebrating two of my granddaughters’ high school graduations! Where has the time flown? It seems like just yesterday I was rocking and reading to them.
I was feeling anxious and teary-eyed about family stuff. So, I headed out to the backyard to do some weeding.
My dad’s worn-out, black-leather satchel was stitched together like an accordion file. The more he put into it, the fatter it grew. Two large metal clasps whose tongues clicked in place inside their counterparts held the over-laying flap in place on the front side of this behemoth black satchel.
While watching the news reels on repeat about the war in Ukraine, my heart goes out to the destitute women in particular struggling to voice their circumstances to reporters through interpreters, and often in their second or third language. Their frustration of not being able to share in their heart language screamed through the TV screen!