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Me of Little Faith

The Quaint Little Tea Shop
Born and raised in South Texas my daily routine consisted of eight glasses of sweet iced tea. There was no other drink appropriate when spending precious time with friends. On special occasions during the winter, when it would get cold enough, we’d sit by the fireplace and sip a cup of hot tea. It was there that I’d find myself dreaming of being in London and sipping tea in a small quaint tearoom. I could see the cute little tea cup

Pick ME, Pick ME
I picked up CosmoI read the printI saw the picturesI got their hint.I’ll never be good enoughOn my ownBecause I'll need surgery, make-upMen or money – I moan!I read the surveysAnd memorized the factsI can quickly tell youOf everything I lack.I lack good thighsI need fuller lipsMy love life’s a disasterBut they’ve got ten great tips.I read GlamourI marveled at the picsI want to look like a modelBut I’ve got too much to fix.There’s no hopeMy mind screams todayIn a still quiet whisperI hear Someone say . . .

Staring at the Screen
It seems lately, every time I sit down at the computer to write I just sit and stare. No words come. No thoughts roll around in my head. My fingers seem to just sit frozen upon the keyboard. Nothing is there.Some days, I even have thoughts. Seriously, I do. As I go about my day thoughts, God’s word, life applications and lessons come to mind. But, when I get a chance to sit down and formulate those observations into wo

Pause
Have you read “The Frazzled Female” by Cindi Wood? Well, I haven’t – but I’m thinking I should check that book out.For whatever reason, it seems the last few weeks have been screaming by and I’m left seeing a blur out of my peripheral vision. That blur caused me to miss meetings and phone calls. (note to self: when things change at the last minute make sure you write them down, Alene

The Thank You Note
Last Friday evening was a rare treasure. All the kids were able to clear their schedules for a few hours so we could BBQ and have a meal together. Even my son’s roommate was able to make it.We ate, we laughed, we listened, and we just had a great time all being together. This mom was in mommy heaven!!!Early the next morning my son dropped by and gave me the note above. It was a thank you note from his roo