Thoughts to ponder as we prepare for Thanksgiviing

What do I want my Thanksgiving to be like? 

What part of this year's Thanksgiving is important to me?

What will increase my chance of enjoying my eating experience?

What will increase my chance of enjoying the company I’m celebrating with?

What food(s) am I most looking forward to eating?

The part of my upcoming Thanksgiving gathering that I want to remember are...

When it comes to next week’s Thanksgiving, my body wants to remind me...

I don't have crows feet

https://ladiespassiton.com/2017/11/09/dont-crows-feet/

Sistering

I love this video....
It really is beautiful...
If you can't watch it, atleast read the copy about it.

Click on this link: 

SISTERING

Carpenters know that the building block of a structure is the joist.

A joist is a special, strong beam that supports a greater structure.

Sometimes a joist has to carry such a heavy load that is starts to weaken.

When that happens, the carpenter connects another board to the left of the weakening board.

If that doesn’t strengthen it enough, she connects another board to the right and, with that extra support, the joist is strong enough to carry almost anything.

Guess what this this process of joist strengthening is called?  SISTERING!

You can’t build a strong, beautiful, complicated structure - whether it’s a building or a life – without SISTERING.

Women are special, strong people who hold up the world but sometimes life’s load gets too hard and heavy for them to carry alone.

I think the hard is purposeful: so that we’ll need our sisters.

If everything feels too heavy right now, it might mean that you need a sister to your left and a sister to your right to help steady you and strengthen you and hold you together.

It might be time for a sister joist.

My life is just a dance between being sistered and sistering others.

And my favorite thing about being part of a sister joist is that you don’t have to say the right thing, you just have to stand there and be strong.

SISTERING: t’s the best part of life because when I’m weak, then I’m strong.

Find your sister joists.

Be a sister joist.

Friendship

Friendship by Amena Brown

(Adapted by Melinda Welch to fit my friends)

We find our friendships in restaurants and at lunch tables; in pews, green rooms and neighborhoods.  In walks and quiet corners at parties.  We skip the shallow small talk and pleasantries.  We tell all.  We bare our souls.  We know it’s held sacred.

We decide not to hide where the extra folds have made their home on our bodies.  We drink smoothies and hot cocoa and diet coke.  We tell jokes over guacamole and queso and tortilla chips.  We revel in chocolate chip cookies and rolls with butter, because who needs the next best diet when we can talk over tacos ?  Because calorie counting doesn’t count here.  

Your round hips are welcome here.  Here we celebrate cellulite and stomachs that never return to taut after gaining weight and birthing children, or slowly losing our need to impress people who care nothing about us here.

We love  ourselves, just like we are.  We preach acceptance to each other.  We say to each other, “Hey, love yourself the way you love me, the way you forgive me when I’m late even though I say every time that I’m gonna be on time.” The way you let me cry when I’m angry.  The way you let me vent when my world is seemingly falling apart.  The way you pray for me to find rest when you watch me carry my stress to panic attacks and migraines.

We are warriors and menders.  We have watched each other become women, become wife, become mother, become student, become boss, become teacher, become grandmother, become missionary.  And we decide not to judge.

We’ve learned you can never know the pain another woman hides behind insecurity, too much mascara, ill-fitting outfits, until you have not only walked in her shoes, but also know her pain and wounds, how she survived her scars; that it’s brave to look yourself in the eyes every day and love the woman who stares back.

We take the word friend.  We carry its meaning in the wrinkles of our hands.  We take each other’s stories and secrets to the grave with us.

October Soul Sister Memes

Truth BOMBS

Loving the writing of Glennon Doyle Melton right now.  She speaks a lot of truth bombs!

Brene Brown...everyone has a story