Happy Monday bloggy friends. Today is a day of sweet sorrow for our family. Our grandma TerKeurst, affectionately named, Mamaw, went to be with Jesus on Thanksgiving day. Her life and love will be celebrated today with many tears and some laughter too.
If there is one thing Eula Mae Mamaw TerKeurst would have wanted at her funeral, it would have been smiles and laughter.
I'll post a little more about Mamaw tomorrow.
For today, I'm guest posting over at (in)Courage. It's on a topic many of us girls wrestle with... acceptance. It's called "She likes me, She likes me not."
Here's how the post starts~
There is a fundamental need inside most girls to be liked. We want some people of the female variety to totally get us and walk away thinking we're pretty neat.
It's like we carry around a miniature scale. On one side we put our coolness and on the other side our total dorkiness.
Put a group of women in a space to mingle for a while and when you release them from that space, I guarantee many will walk away playing that daisy petal game in their head: "She likes me...she likes me not."
It takes me back to my brace-faced middle school days quicker than Rick Springfield singing, "Jessie's Girl." Which, by the way, I totally wanted to be. I didn't have a clue who Jessie was. But to think of Rick pining away wishing I was his...sigh.
To keep reading, click here.
And have a great Monday. No matter how this Monday started, it's a gift. Yes, today is truly a precious gift. May each of us unwrap it intentionally and enjoy it immensely.
If there is one thing Eula Mae Mamaw TerKeurst would have wanted at her funeral, it would have been smiles and laughter.
I'll post a little more about Mamaw tomorrow.
For today, I'm guest posting over at (in)Courage. It's on a topic many of us girls wrestle with... acceptance. It's called "She likes me, She likes me not."
Here's how the post starts~
There is a fundamental need inside most girls to be liked. We want some people of the female variety to totally get us and walk away thinking we're pretty neat.
It's like we carry around a miniature scale. On one side we put our coolness and on the other side our total dorkiness.
Put a group of women in a space to mingle for a while and when you release them from that space, I guarantee many will walk away playing that daisy petal game in their head: "She likes me...she likes me not."
It takes me back to my brace-faced middle school days quicker than Rick Springfield singing, "Jessie's Girl." Which, by the way, I totally wanted to be. I didn't have a clue who Jessie was. But to think of Rick pining away wishing I was his...sigh.
To keep reading, click here.
And have a great Monday. No matter how this Monday started, it's a gift. Yes, today is truly a precious gift. May each of us unwrap it intentionally and enjoy it immensely.
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