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,



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Thinking Southern


If I were to choose an animal which best personifies my character, I fear the sloth would be the most honest choice.  Looking out at the world wide web these past couple of days, I find many of you already gearing up to make this coming year a year of great change, brought to fruition through staunch determination and good old fashioned grit.  It’s admirable.  Like strong, efficient panthers or energetic Jack Russell terriers, you all seem ready to take on the world.  Admirable, indeed.

Me?  Well, I’m just beginning to recover from the hectic activity of Christmas.  The past few days have been focused on simply breathing.  I find myself just now reflecting on the past year, my successes and failures, and contemplating what it all means.  My mind moves slowly, sifting memories, each thought carefully examined and categorized before being filed away in the corridors of my mind palace.  (It’s really less  a palace and more dilapidated hoarder’s den, but my home is my castle, yes?)  Musing, for me, is not a speedy process.

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