When you look at a group photo that you are in, who is the first person you look at? I’ll confess, I look at myself first. And then I get critical. Am I smiling? Hair OK? Eyes open? Good posture? Then I look at everyone else.
Clearly this reveals a bit of self-centeredness, but sometimes we need to keep reading here
Brian and I have arrived at the Breaking Bad picnic a bit later than most people have. Actually, if it had not been for a hot Texas weekend, a completed “to-do” list and a Netflix account we might never have found it.
We didn’t intend to watch more than an episode or two to find out what all the brouhaha was about, however, three episodes later we are keep reading here
Did you get a haircut? Have you lost weight? Are those new glasses? Are you wearing your makeup differently? People can’t quite put their thumb on it, but they know something’s different about you.
You know what it is. You know that it isn’t a physical change you’ve made, but it is a change that is being made deep within you.
Perhaps it is a change that is so subtle it caught you off guard. You notice that you don’t fly off the handle like you used to. Or you have more patience with a difficult person in your life. Or you find more here
It’s late in the evening, the house is quiet, you’re minding your own business, and then it starts. At first it’s subtle, just a little whisper in your ear, and you pretend not to notice. You try to distract yourself with a hobby or the TV.
You promised yourself that you would not give in tonight! Tonight will be different! Tonight you will resist. Tonight you will have victory. Tonight you will say, “No!” And mean it!
But, you know it’s there. You can’t stop thinking about it. The craving starts to take over your thoughts and your body. You continue reading here
I confess: I used to read romance novels. Lots of them. I’d check one out of the library, read it, return it, and get the next one on the shelf. I especially enjoyed a series – by the end of it, I felt like the characters were family.
It didn’t matter if they were set in medieval times, modern times, or any time in between – I’d read them. I enjoyed each one, and yet they were all the same. There was usually a poor girl and a wealthy man – she would fall for him – he would pursue her – and they would live happily ever after; true love wins.
But, wait – isn’t that the story of Cinderella? Isn’t that the storyline of the latest best selling romance novel? How did we get from Cinderella to Shades of Grey? How did we move from glass slippers to continue here
Marcia Furrow 