Pretty as a Princess

What color is your hair? Mine is dark brown. Recently, I've been finding stray white hairs here and there. Once found, those hairs have about 10 seconds before they're yanked out! Did you know that brunettes can use vinegar to enhance the brown luster of their hair? Yeah, and smell like a pickle for the rest of the day! My hair is also naturally wavy (frizzy). I used to wish it was straight - you know, like the expensive shampoo commercials. Then, after the birth of one of my children, my hormones changed and I got straight hair. Funny thing, I wished I had my waves back. Happily, I had another baby, hormones went crazy, and now I have my waves again. And I'm back to using Frizz Control! Why is it that no matter which way God made us we wish He had made us like someone else? And you know what? That someone else wishes the same thing! Instead of looking in the mirror and seeing the creation of God, we see "imperfections", wishing we could change our hair, eyes, nose, lips, height, moles, weight, talents. Grandma Reta just bought my children T-shirts that say "I know I'm special 'cause God don't make no junk!" That is true! The Bible says, "O Lord,...You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous - and how well I know it! (Psalm 139:13-14)" Revel in the particular beauty and uniqueness that God gave to YOU!

The First Cut

It is a rather daunting task to tackle the first post in my newly created blog. What to say...how to say it...what if I find out I don't have anything to say? What if, as I attempt to put my thoughts, feelings and ideas into mere words on a page, I discover I don't know them myself? The first page, the first words, the first cut of the fabric (to use a quilting example) seems to be the most difficult. But once done, it becomes easier to do the second, then the third. Before long, the hesitation and struggle are long forgotten as the new problem of when and where to pause becomes the issue.
This is the story of me. As a wife, as a mother, as a follower of Jesus, as a person. This is the story of REAL LIFE...