A COMMENTARY FROM THE HEART

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All I ever wanted since I arrived here on earth was the same things I needed as a baby; to go from cold to warm, lonely to held, the vessel to the giver, empty to full.  – Anne Lamott

If you could trade places with one person for one year, who would it be?  Maybe it would be your best friend because in your mind he / she has a better life.  Maybe it’s someone you admire and aspire to be like.  It could be someone famous who has seemingly succeeded in life.  Maybe it’s someone in your family, or your spouse.  If I could be my spouse for a year, I’d have a new appreciation for him – having to live with the likes of me.  LOL!

Do blondes have more fun?  Maybe you’d like to be a blonde for a year and find out.  Are brunettes taken more seriously and rise up the corporate ladder more quickly?  Be a brunette for a year and find out.  Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be autistic or dyslexic?  Be someone who has those challenges for a year.  As a dyslexic, let me tell you, a year is plenty of time to realize the frustrations.

Are you a boss with employees?  Maybe you’d like to be one of your employees to see just how good a boss you are.  Maybe as an employee, you’d like to be the boss for a year and find out how tough it is to be in charge.

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Would you like to be someone rich and have money to help those in need?  Would you like to be one in need so that you appreciate little things after the year is over?  Would you like to be a great evangelist like Billy Graham?

We all have people we look up to and want to pattern our lives after.  I used to wish I could be a better musician.  I didn’t have a particular person in mind, but I knew I wanted to play the piano better than I did.

The stupidest argument to have with somebody is when you tell them what to like.  How can somebody argue with you about what you like?  “Hot sauce?”  Hey, it’s my mouth.  – Andre’ Benjamin

There are very few people who have not wished that they could be someone else at one time or the other.  We are all unique individuals with gifts and talents from our Creator.  Bottom line:  I don’t like hot sauce, but I have absolutely no problem with you eating it for breakfast, lunch and dinner if you want to.

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God loves you because you are YOU!

When we get to the point where we like being who we are and accept others for who they are, we begin to find that happy place on the planet.  We snuggle in and start to get comfortable in our own skin and in our own mind.  God loves you because you are – you!  😀

NATIONAL ADOPTION DAY

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I hear writers tell those who have not been writing very long (like me) that we should write about what we know.  Let me tell you, if there is a subject I could write about until next Tuesday, it is the subject of adoption! 

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Today we celebrate adoption with NATIONAL ADOPTION DAY!  The challenge I face is to share something with you today that I have not shared with you in the past – LOL!  I have let you know quite a bit about my childhood (because it was so amazing) but today I want to share my very first Thanksgiving with you – the one at Grandpa Frank and Granny LaVella’s farmhouse.  Oh, by the way, I was only 7 months old so I don’t remember a lot about it.  I’ll do the best I can with the narration.  Wink!  😉

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There is one word that quickly springs to my mind when I think about my life as an adopted kid – LOVE!  Yeah, I was an only child and maybe in some ways I was a little spoiled, but I knew the word no and I knew the checking account was not bottomless.   These people were hard-working folks and I learned to appreciate what I got.  I cherish my Granny’s homemade things more than a solid gold Cadillac.  Does anybody remember that song from 1961?  It was one of my mama’s favorite songs:

Given my mama’s love of R&B and my daddy’s love of Country – is it any wonder I am so messed up?  It was rhetorical, folks…  don’t answer that question!

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Even though they liked all kinds of music, my parents were pretty united in their beliefs and ideals.  They raised me to be comfortable and at ease around them.  I knew I could say anything on my mind without fear of judgment.  There is not a question I could ask that would make them “unlove” me.  They raised me to be a secure woman of faith.  How can I repay them?  I can’t, except to do my best to live up to the standards they set to honor them.

Now that mom and dad are gone, I’m left to live by the code of conduct they raised me with.  I never want to say or do anything to bring shame to them, but more importantly, I want to be the person God wants me to be.  I miss my folks and sometimes in the shadows, in the quiet of the evening – I think I hear them speaking to me.  I’ve had a few dreams about them and when I wake up, reality hits me in the face.

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So…  was I spoiled???  Not so much – I was just loved.  Really really loved!