Summer often likes to leave with a bang in our state. I am not too concerned. We live pretty far inland, and we’ve lived through many big Florida storms and many big Florida storm scares. If you don’t get a daily blog post from me later in the week, just figure that our power is out. Still, I’ll take any extra prayers and good juju for the people in the path of Idalia.
Have a great week, friends! Here are some bonus thoughts that I wrote in one of my inspirational notebooks this past weekend, from my readings. I’m sorry, I don’t know who to credit some of them to:
+ When a human reaches the end of his or her rope, he or she reaches the beginning of God.
+ Choose change before change chooses you.
+ We all have gifts that we don’t recognize, not because they are hidden but because they are so much a part of us that we can’t see them. Other people are the mirrors that allow us to see. – Holiday Mathis (***I really like this last one. We are often told that other people mirror the traits about ourselves that we don’t like and which we tend to disown in ourselves, so it’s a nice turn to think about people being mirrors to our positive traits, too. It’s also true that the traits that come naturally to us, we tend to discount. But these unique attributes of ours are gifts to us, and to others. My husband has the uncanny ability to find lost things. He’s found glasses buried in sand in the shore of the ocean. He’s found tiny earring studs at the bottom of a pool. If I lose something, I often wait for him to come home, because I know that he’ll find it. This gift of his, was the first thing that came to my mind, when I read this quote. What are some uncanny traits that you have that are so naturally a part of you, you can’t see them? I bet that your loved ones could tell you.)
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Another good post, as usual. You made me think of my father. He used to be able to find anything we lost. I’d forgotten that about him. As far as my husband goes, I have to tell him that sometimes you have to look with your hands, not just your eyes. (Insert eyeroll here.) But he makes me laugh, so I’ll keep him.
By the way, I really liked your poem yesterday.
Stay safe, Kelly.
Thank you, Gail! We’ll be alright. 🙂