LBB, another great story from your rich trove of life experience, written with your pithy mastery. Thx so much. I too had a playground snubbing, in 4th grade in Illinois. Three "friends" from class and Brownies stood in a cluster on the paved playground. I was trotting toward them from the outer grassy playfield. When I reached them, they all split off running in different directions, surely on a hidden cue they had. I was devastated. Yet in a few days all was "normal" again. Even now I don't really understand the action (so mean!) or the re-uniting (how do we come back for more?). Yikes the things we survive. Love, LNBB
Pam, I've been thinking of you all week. I even located your pic in the far back row of Mrs. Basinger's 8th grade class photo. How are you doing? After my mom passed last October, i waded knee-deep in insurance paperwork and all sorts of unpleasant legal, banking and stuff tasks. I was so unprepared for all of it. I hope you are helping yourself to gobs of grace. Your loss must be overwhelming at times. Be nice to Pam. ~ Sending hugs, Linda PS: The girl in the story wasn't really named Dixie--it was Pam in Yuma, AZ. I couldn't bear to have you feel like that was you in any way. Bless you. L.
I love that, stuff tasks. I am fortunate we did not have any unresolved issues and loved each other. I just get to grieve. When my mom died I was so worn out emotionally I did not even cry. I know how that sounds, but she was a very difficult person with many issues. She was a devout Christian though, so finally she is perfect. My husband had the heart of a lion, and like my granddaughter said, he was 10 feet tall and bulletproof- I think it was a song she heard, but it fits Joe perfectly.
I always love your stories, Linda. 💜
Sherry,
Thanks so much! I keep writing them to help show me the way to God and love.
Linda
LBB, another great story from your rich trove of life experience, written with your pithy mastery. Thx so much. I too had a playground snubbing, in 4th grade in Illinois. Three "friends" from class and Brownies stood in a cluster on the paved playground. I was trotting toward them from the outer grassy playfield. When I reached them, they all split off running in different directions, surely on a hidden cue they had. I was devastated. Yet in a few days all was "normal" again. Even now I don't really understand the action (so mean!) or the re-uniting (how do we come back for more?). Yikes the things we survive. Love, LNBB
LNBB,
I don't know why kids are so mean to each other. I'm sorry the "friends" did that to you. All I know is that love wins. Somehow.
Love Back,
Linda (LBB)
Thank you once again, Linda. You never fail to touch my heart - and leave me with a smile on my face. You rock, Sister! 💕
Oh Mel,
I am humbled and aw shucks, I just write my truth. Love you, Linda
Linda, this is a great story that every little person should read.
Janet,
Thanks so much. I'm not so little these days but I still think hate is just too much work. Keep Loving, Linda
Found my peeps!
Beautiful content
Oh thank you so much. Keep forgiving. L.
I am running out of words to compliment your amazing talent!
Pam, I've been thinking of you all week. I even located your pic in the far back row of Mrs. Basinger's 8th grade class photo. How are you doing? After my mom passed last October, i waded knee-deep in insurance paperwork and all sorts of unpleasant legal, banking and stuff tasks. I was so unprepared for all of it. I hope you are helping yourself to gobs of grace. Your loss must be overwhelming at times. Be nice to Pam. ~ Sending hugs, Linda PS: The girl in the story wasn't really named Dixie--it was Pam in Yuma, AZ. I couldn't bear to have you feel like that was you in any way. Bless you. L.
I love that, stuff tasks. I am fortunate we did not have any unresolved issues and loved each other. I just get to grieve. When my mom died I was so worn out emotionally I did not even cry. I know how that sounds, but she was a very difficult person with many issues. She was a devout Christian though, so finally she is perfect. My husband had the heart of a lion, and like my granddaughter said, he was 10 feet tall and bulletproof- I think it was a song she heard, but it fits Joe perfectly.