My husband and I returned home to dark clouds and snow after a gorgeous week in sunny Cancún, Mexico. It was as if Reality slapped our cheeks, looked us in the eye, and firmly instructed: “WAKE UP, KIDS. VACATION IS OVER.” So that was rude.
Before getting back into regularly scheduled programming over here, I want to share a couple of posts that were published elsewhere while I was away. I’d love for you to read, comment, share, let me know your thoughts, etc.
“Be the kind of woman,” Joanne Collins writes, “who, when your feet hit the floor each morning, the devil says “Oh, no! She’s up.”
I want to be that kind of woman, the kind who wakes up with gusto, ready to take ownership of the day. Me? I press the snooze button, convince myself my dog needs me to stay in bed to cuddle him, and eventually make a slow roll out of the warm covers, not without some wildly dramatic groans and sighs. I do get out of bed each morning, but not necessarily with the kind of determination and intensity that would intimidate the devil.
“But still,” in the words of Maya Angelou, “I rise.” When we rise, we are showing up, becoming visible, and facing what is true.
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Second, 5 Reasons Why You Need to Accept Compliments from Your Husband is published on iBelieve:
My husband and I are rushing out the door, hurriedly making sure the lights are off, the dog is fed, and the doors are locked. Suddenly, he pauses and locks eyes with me. “You look gorgeous,” he says to me, sincerely. I smile while rolling my eyes and, without missing a beat, counter his genuine sentiment: “My hair’s a mess and I feel like a whale.”
The moment has been killed, and we walk out the door.
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