In Southeast Texas, that's purt near frigid.
And I'm reveling in it.
Because I love the cold.
You might even go so far as to say I luuuuurve it.
Kind of like this:
That, plus today I read Nie Nie's blog.
There's a link to a video by Hilary Weeks.
I'm not generally a fan of gospel rock...or whatever genre you'd put her in, but I've had a super soft spot for her and her music since my mission.
It hit me pretty hard this morning
As my one-year-old (who is a miracle) did her best dance moves to the music.
(It looks like she got at least some of my rhythm, thank the Lord.)
I've been thinking how life isn't turning out the way I had it pictured in my head so many years ago.
I've been thinking about how hard the past three months have been.
This helped me remember that everyone, regardless of who they are, have hard times and most people choose to overcome their trials rather than bury their heads in the sand.
And that no one has the life they pictured when they were twelve.
And that trials can become beautiful things.
And then, I read this. Again. Because I needed to be reminded.
However, if none of this touches you, you'll be happy to know that a good friend of mine sent me another inspirational quote she thought fit my situation:
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THAT IS TOTALLY MY PERSONAL MANTRA! I saw the quote on Pinterest and promptly memorized it. :)
My question is, what if you are surrounded by holes for whom you are the primary caregiver? I love the people the holes are attached to, but I'm SO over cleaning poop off the floor that comes from said holes...
Also, I thought the Hilary Weeks song had a good message, and the bridging was alright. But am I the only one who thinks it had NO rhythmic flow OR hook? Crap. I'm a music snob. And here I am trying to limit my snobbery to chocolate, cheese and baby carriers.
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