I loved this post by Amanda Cox, I look up to her as a writer and have found guidance in her words. I myself, am struggling with this very same concept, and hearing from someone who has been married longer than I, and has a family to tend to in the process gives me someone to look to as a mentor of sorts. This post comes highly recommended (as it brought tears to my eyes, and I am not an easy cryer.) Read and Enjoy!
I’ve been discussing the difficulty of change lately. Challenges, barriers, complexities. Today, I want to take a moment and remind us all of the simple elements of change, the power of consistency, and how small things become big things.
So the question is, can a cup of coffee change your life? Some of you know the magic of coffee. That first sip, and you go from death to life. Your brain works again…
My typical morning involves all three of my children, jumping to the floor and running to my room, firing on all cylinders. “Mom! Mom! We’re hungry! We’re hungry! Can I have_______?” Fill in the blank with three different, equally unacceptable breakfast choices. I stumble into the kitchen, trying to make sense of the little hooligans doing a circular tribal dance around me. “Mom! Mom! Mom!”
I probably agree to things like cookies, ice cream, and candy for…
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Thank you for the reblog, and your kind affirming words :).
Of course!! We ought to support one another in Christ–always! Plus, you are just such a great voice out there–I desire to improve my writing to maybe one day be where you are!!