I've only met a handful in my life; those people who pray for trials and adversity to come their way. I thought of it as I saw this admirable man dragging a tire behind him on the beach. Not only did he attach a tire to his waist, but he wasn't embarrassed or self-conscience to go up and down the sand as he pulled it along.
I'm just barely getting to the refinement where I am trying to be grateful for experiences that help me grow and become better. Barely. Let alone asking for more.
I like comfort. I like to do what I like to do, and do what I'm good at doing. That was an ineloquent sentence, but you get what I'm saying.
Sometimes I don't mind being repetitiously redundant because I know I won't fail.
my man's muscles making weekend yums
But failing sometimes is good for us. Failing helps us resolve to change so the next time we won't fail.
our latest obsession: pear/avocado/hummus/pesto sandwiches
We become better, stronger, wiser.
Ryan is good at doing new things, taking opportunities head on, figuring it out.
I see that trait in some of our girls, grateful they got that one.
I admire, respect, revere those who pray for trials, who ask to be tested.
I'm not there, yet.
I feel weak in comparison, but that's why we shouldn't compare, because we're asked to work on our own beams.
I'm not ready to choose attaching a tire to my waist to drag around. I'd like to be able to say one day I am, but I'm still working on my beam right now.
the gardenias are in full bloom--I like to call it our gift to the neighborhood