To Tell a Story....of Thankfulness (Part 2 of my previous post)
Long time, no chat.....whew! Life's a wild, crazy ride.... I'm editing this post from the comfort of my childhood bedroom...where I made my best memories, talked to Jesus on the roof, all of my favorite people, sat on my sister's beds late into the night when we should've been sleeping, and lovingly wrote things, prayed things, and created other things that were little pieces of myself I would give away to show people how much I loved them. It's also where I retreated after a fight, complained to the same Savior, and learned many of life's hard lessons. But it's all in how we perceive it...with bitter regret at the time and things we lost, or with a joyful thankfulness that makes us realize the grand gift that time itself really can be if we treat her with care; "stopping to smell the roses". A rose is such a picture of so many things, which is why I've adopted it as a symbol for my life and carry symbols of it around with me. Different colors...
