Saturday, August 27, 2011


1.  This is post number 300.  Ha!  And I can't think of a single thing to say!  Well, I guess my limit is 300 thoughts.  Now I know.

2.  In a bed, she will go to sleep knowing that her job is simply this:  to extend the reach of hope.  

3.  When I say this, I want you to picture me standing on a cliff yelling at lung's capacity:  I WANT TO LIVE!

4.  Over the last 3 days I have discovered something extraordinary:  I like getting older.  I think that saying about things getting better with age is actually true.  This isn't me bragging here.  I'm just saying, I feel a lot more mature, but strangely, I don't feel like living out the rest of my life in this safe little "mature" place--I think now, I can finally just...get on with things being me, this person God made me.  Now, what am I going to do first?

300.  Yes.  Habit prepares one to receive the gift.  Sending my love to you and hoping you are getting older, too.

1 comment:

  1. You said something about getting older in class the other day. For one thing, you don't look a day over 30. For another, there's nothing wrong or shameful with getting older, and I'm glad you know that. (You said you colored your hair, right, to hide the grays? A personal request... Let the artificial color grow out...and then proudly display that silver hair. It's a mark of wisdom and maturity that comes with age. :) )

    You who have more life experience than I or your other students do, you have so much to teach us about where you've been in life. So much wisdom to share, advice to give, encouragement to bless us with. That's a wonderful thing. :)