The online world is wild, really. It seems to have gotten more and more wild over the years. Sometimes the fear of comments or other peoples opinions keeps you from writing. My buddy Matt said to me "keep writing, Ginny". An influencer I follow said you only have dreams until you have projects. I love to write but if I keep it all in my head and it never makes it to a digital file or paper then noone will ever know it was there. It's all a dream. If you don't tell anyone your dream, it remains locked up in your thoughts and while sometimes that's okay with dreams...other times there is no way for it to become reality. If you want it to become reality, you have to turn the dream into a project. My projects start with lists. As most I'm sure, it gets created in our mind, makes its way to a list somewhere, and eventually if I decide to tackle the list, the list turns into individual projects. When I think of my life, it's daily small projects. Unloading the...
Truth: I think I offend people. Some people just get on my nerves. While I realize this is not a "godly woman" kind of comment...sometimes that is how I react to people. I get annoyed when people speak condescendingly to me. I get annoyed when others question my word. I get annoyed when people lie. I get annoyed when people try to tell what they are learning from the Lord to others as though that is what THEY should be learning at that exact same season of life. These things...ugh. I get annoyed when people who have kids talk to people who don't have kids like they are stupid or ignorant. Same goes with married people and single people. I cannot be the only person that struggles with this. And I try really hard to filter what I say...so usually I'm only thinking that I'm annoyed but occasionally it pops right out of my mouth before I have time to catch it. I think as I've gotten older I've gotten more and more jaded towards certain things. I love people, I...
Gratitude by Brandon Lake is playing in the background as I come and sit down to have an afternoon snack of homemade pico and chips. My children are across the street at our new neighbors. They are from Ukraine. They have been a gift like all the other neighbors we have met in this unexpected season of life. They love to play with my kids and they are kind. There are three other families with children in the neighborhood who all love our kids and treat them like family. There is an abuela who will have the occasional glass of wine and a cheese board with me. Gratitude...as I am sitting here frustrated over a house I wanted that went to someone else today. It's not my plan. It's one hundred percent up to the Lord, which is where I want it to be, but some days are harder than others. I am on the phone telling my Mom about the house I wanted and then the new neighbors and then was reminded about a house I saw online so I decided to drive by it. It started raining and the ...
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