Looking Lovely

If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until it gets so ugly you can hardly bear to look at it.

A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.

~Roald Dahl

This quote, by one of my all-time favorite authors, immediately made me think of Philippians 4:8.

“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.” (NIV)

I don’t know about you, my friends, but I sure need this reminder on a regular basis!  May we think on lovely things today, yes?

Grace and peace,

🌸Rebeca

 

Photo credit: Featured image by HalfPoint at bigstockphoto.

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Calculated Usefulness

“Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.”

Jean Shepherd, A Christmas Story

I can really relate to Randy. It had been my intention to take a couple of weeks off of homeschooling and writing after Christmas to relax and get some work done. Entertaining visions of sitting in my cozy room, fingers furiously clicking on my keyboard keeping time with the rhythm of the rain lightly hitting my windows, I was sure I would not only get ahead on my blogging, but I’d be fully organized and ready to roll for a new term of schooling.

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Two Little Words

It was an ordinary day as I pulled out onto the highway. The late morning traffic was light and my mind wandered as I drove the familiar route, alone for the moment, a rare pleasure in my busy days.

As I approached the quiet downtown area, I slowed. Up ahead, at a cross street, I caught sight of a familiar navy blue truck. My heart did a crazy little flippy thing, an automatic response that happened almost before it registered that it was my husband, now crossing the highway on his way home.

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What Is It You Want?

A Facebook post, written by a friend of mine, really resonated with me this past week.    He has graciously allowed me to share it with you.  I hope it is as thought provoking for you as it was for me…

🌸Rebeca


What Is It You Want 

by Jerry Neumann

“What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word, and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.” Jimmy Stewart as George Bailey in It’s a Wonderful Life

What do you want? It’s a good question. Lots of times I have no idea what I want or I can’t quite put it into words. Sometimes it is obvious to me or at least I think I know what I want.

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Less Is More

“To speak gratitude is courteous and pleasant, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live gratitude is to touch Heaven.”   ~Johannes A. Gaertner

So, I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to think of something appropriate to write with regards to this week’s holiday. I believe I had a flash of insight a couple of nights ago in the wee hours, but I fell back asleep almost immediately and the thought is now lost to the ethereal mists of dreams.

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‘For Special’

The cat let out a muffled yowl as I smashed his head between the toilet seat and my derriere. Surprised, I leaped forward and spun around awkwardly, trying desperately to not trip over my panties which were now twisted around my ankles. I successfully shooed him away and resumed my business. Coffee in, coffee out. Can anyone tell me how one cup of coffee can produce two liters of urine?

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A Fitting Treasure

Stabbing the end button with her finger, my friend erupted. “I’m so stupid!”  Shoving the phone into her purse, her face was flushed and angry. “I can’t believe I did that!” Apparently she had forgotten to pick something up earlier that day and the phone call she just ended was the reminder of her lapse.

She rushed about, muttering more self-condemnation under her breath as she gathered her things and snatched up her keys. Still fuming at herself, she gave me a distracted hug and left.

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