so much to blog about...

When I'm not at home I alwasy think of things that I want to blog about... then I get home and can't remember a thing...
It'll come to me...

Maybe I need to have a running list on my phone, then I'll write the idea down and blog about it later.

Oh good idea, I'm gonna do that now!

Here's hoping for a post later!

Mermaid or Whale?

A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"

The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:

"Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.
They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.
They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.

Mermaids do not exist.

But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?
They would have no sex life and could not bear children.
Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.
And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?

Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.

At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.

We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.
We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.


(The girl on the picture is French model Tara Lynn)




 How often do we tell ourselves that we are fat or ugly? Or if you don't say that about yourself, how about that woman in the store. Do you think to yourself, "At least I'm not that big!" ?
 Or even the other way, "Ew, look how skinny she is!"

 How about for at least October, since it is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, don't say anything negative about yourself or any other woman. When those thoughts pop into your head, quickly purge them.
Let's use this month to fall in love with our bodies, and see the positives in others.
I don't care if you are 70 or 700 lbs. Everyday, find something new to love about your body.


Day1:
          I like the color of my eyes. I'm not sure what color they are really.. greenish, blueish, but not brown, I really have no idea... but I like them.

Wishing you happy and healthy body image!




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Man, am I gonna miss her...

I don't have any pictures with her like most friends do.
We've never been out for coffee.
We've never sung a duet together.
I have never given her a birthday present.
I don't even know when her birthday is.
I don't know much about her life before we met.
We've never watched each others kids on a date night.
Never traded clothes or shoes.
Never spent the night at her house.

I have prayed with her.
She has prayed with me.
We have cried together.
We have taught together.
We've been out of state together.
I have taught her children.
Her children have taught me so much.
We have had our differences.
We have laughed together.
We've been to conferences together.
Watched the Super Bowl together.
Every Sunday, from stage, I look for her.
When I find her, I smile. Every Sunday.
We've eaten Sushi together.
Her husband is Blue's WA best friend and mentor.
They have the cutest ( ahem, sorry, the manliest) friendship.

A hole in our lives will be left when they move.
Blue says almost everyday that I'd better get ready for the
heat, because we are following them to Mississippi.
Vacations are already being discussed.
Mission trips being planned.
Last dinners and get-togethers.

She has taught me how to teach,
how to embrace my husband's calling,
how to be patient with God's will,
to be fervent in prayer,
and to lead with grace.

I am going to miss Melissa.