Years ago, I received a unique Christmas gift from a dear friend of mine. I still have the tag that came along with the gift, which reads: "You said one time you were a 'jar person'. Well, here's your jar! I want it to be your blessing jar. Each struggle overcome, each mountain climbed, each destination reached, write it down and place it in the jar!"
The jar sits on a shelf with items I've collected over the years and each day I see it, I am reminded of the friend who gave it to me. Over the years, I've added strips of paper to the jar. Today, I decided to take the jar off the shelf and read the strips which have been placed inside. It has been a while since I've screwed the metal lid off the beautiful glass jar. Although I have not added as many strips as I intended, the ones I have were great reminders of my blessings, where I have been and where I am going.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
For thirty-two years, I have held on to bitterness from a young man who made my fourth grade year a living hell. I cringe when I think of being in the fourth grade. I cringe when I remember my teacher. Seeing the look on my face from my fourth grade school picture brings back a flood of memories I would rather forget. The best way to forget is to forgive, which I have failed to do. So, this is my letter to you.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
If you know anything about 80's movies, you know one thing; John Hughes was a genius. His films are still as relevant today as they were when first released. I have shared my love (i.e. obsession) of his classics with my daughter and she is hooked. Have I ever fantasized about being the star in a Hughes film? Absolutely! Hasn't everyone? His cult classics taught me a lot about life, love and people.