So, I was thinking that you could give your mailman/woman a sweet potato pie or a sweet potato muffin, or a sweet potato plant, or maybe just a sweet potato or two. I am sure he/she would love it and it is a very healthy gift. We do want our mail people to stay healthy as they go about their routes whatever the weather. We wouldn’t want to miss our entry to Publisher’s Clearing House Sweepstakes or heaven forbid the notice that we may be the winner if we have the winning number.
I didn’t give my mailman anything, but I did think of him today…I was expecting a disc from Netflix. If I had given him something I think it would have been a card. A card with a sweet potato on it. I know he would have loved it. I will try to remember next year. And since I am a bit late with this reminder for you just say thanks when you see your guy/gal and tell him/her next year he/she will get something with a sweet potato in it or on it. You know it’s always nice to have something to look forward to.
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Wednesday Wit and Wisdom
We are to write a story that is inspired by a picture.
We will call this a non-fiction story.
It is short on wisdom but does have some wit about it.
I am a quiet person and always have been.
But my spirit has not always been quiet.
When I was a child I had a temper and it flared often.
I learned to control it when I was a teenager.
It was then I realized anger had other outlets.
My anger was quiet…rarely loud.
But it was mean and spiteful.
I hurt many people.
I hurt myself.
People who didn’t know me then…and some who did…
don’t believe me when I tell them I was a hellion extraordinaire.
They just always see me as this quiet person and think that’s who I was always.
But you can be rebellious, angry, bitter, hateful, unkind, just bad
without being loud or boisterous.
You can be quietly sugar sweet and be the most ugly of persons.
I know this because that was me for a long time.
Life was hell.
No other way to put it.
Then one day all that was over and done.
I was given a great gift…a gentle and quiet spirit.
I did nothing to deserve it, I didn’t ask for it, didn’t expect it.
It was simply given.
I am, and will always be, thankful that God waited for me,
forgave me, and welcomed me into the family.
Every year I have a word for the year. It is a spiritual thing.
I am given a word and usually a scripture with the word in it and I spend time throughout the year thinking about, studying, praying, and meditating on the word.
When I say I am given a word, or sometimes a phrase, I don’t mean it is given to me in an eerie or metaphysical way. Sometimes it comes to me from something I read or something someone says that resonates or I see something that stops me and makes me take notice. However I get the word it is always a surprise.
In the past some of my words have been, boundaries, seek, wait, and courage.
Usually I start getting a feeling for the word in the fall and by this time I know what it will be for the coming year.
But so far this year…nothing.
Not even a whisper or hint.
I don’t know why this year is different. But I do know there will be a word.
I feel a sort of stirring or shifting within, change. There is a sense of excitement brewing. What is ahead for me to learn and experience through this word? But also a sense of wariness. Maybe the lessons of the past words were to prepare me for more difficult lessons? Lessons that are more challenging? Lessons that I thought I had learned but haven’t? Lessons that I have avoided because they are difficult or will hurt while learning them?
Whatever the word is for 2013 I think it is going to be a different experience than in past years.
Well, I have found something that I can do very well. Something that not only do I do it well but I am getting better at doing it everyday. Soon I will be a pro.
Actually I am a pro already. I am a procrastinator extraordinaire! Really! It’s a gift!
All this past week-end I have done all kinds of things, even some things I don’t like to do, to avoid doing something else. Something else that needs to be done, post-haste, like now. This something else is something that I do like to do but…that nasty little word…it takes some preparation and digging out of the closet some items that are packed away.
No, it isn’t Christmas decorations, although, that hasn’t been done either. Those are in another closet, for another day.
Oh well tomorrow is another day (actually tomorrow is today because I am writing this last night).
Today, I think I will do what needs to be done…after I have lunch with a friend…and maybe a nap.