Last week, we celebrated my youngest son’s and my daughter-in-law’s birthdays. My “twins” born eleven years apart. In our home, celebration involves getting together for a meal and enjoying each other’s company. Continue reading “Come Eat!”
So, here’s the plan!
In one of the many writing books I’ve been reading, the author mentioned doing your highest priority item first thing in the morning, in that manner you mentally form the habit. In the book’s case, that meant writing.
I acknowledge the author is correct. What I tend to put first in my day becomes habit because I have made it a priority. I disagree, however, that writing is my first place priority. So, first thing in the morning, after yawning my way to my son’s room to make sure he is awake, I determine to have my devotions.
Brow furrowed into the perpetual frown that only deepens with age. Living with anger and petulance, distancing himself from others and never content. Trying to control the world, but for some reason the world has not cooperated. Miserable, and living in continued misery. Forever keeping joy at a distance. We all know someone like that. Continue reading “Life’s Imprints”