We’ve all heard that saying before, ‘writing on the wall’ to profess in time we knew it would happen. Usually something bad.
I redecorated a bedroom to an office space. I wanted unique and I found a paper for an accent wall. I love it. Actually, it is something we all need to read and know, to love and accept ourselves with a confidence.
I shared a pic with my sister and jokingly, she said mom would be mad that I wrote on the wall. My other sister said it was like we had to do many years ago in school, which was to write it hundreds of times, to remember something, a punishment usually. There was no copy and paste back then.
Her comment made me think. While I did not personally write on the wall hundreds of times, the written words are visible to me daily to accept and let them dwell within. These are all positive words, to be encouraged and to know they are true and push us forward. I can accept and grasp. I am worthy to accept even ‘be YOU tiful’. Not all the time in life could I have believed that, majority of it, to be honest.
So, in this case, the writing on the wall in my office is a good thing. It’s unique. We all need reminders and for me, hundreds of times.
I’m unique to God. You are unique to God. Just be encouraged, you are special and loved.
I’m unsure how it happens so fast but it does. How often have we all said, just yesterday, and go in with a story from our youth?
My oldest sister is sixteen years older and now we are both senior citizens. I get it but don’t. I don’t see her as older, nor myself, but the birthdates and the mirror on the wall tells no lie.
I sent her a snapshot of me wearing longer, dangled earrings that she has told me to wear. I always resisted, very conservative is my comfort level. Of course, she liked the earrings, and I actually do, too. Now, will I actually wear them? Her other comment was that she saw more ‘silver threads’ and I had to agree, they are multiplying. I am going all natural, no more hair color. It is time this young at heart senior citizen accept what is and let those silver threads shimmer in my silver years.
Soon, the silver threads will overtake the darkness from my hair. Still, I will wonder just how this all happened so quickly in our lifetime.
Age. It happens to all of us. Enjoy each breathe and moments together.
It is funny how the titles come to me that take me back to years ago. The good ole beans and cornbread, probably quite the dinner bowl in the southern parts of the states. I was raised with them but now rarely make them, although I do enjoy when I do make or eat them.
Back when I was dating my husband, I was questioning everything and the pros and the cons. Should I marry him? There was a hesitancy, but he truly treated me well, unlike other guys I dated. Of course, that surely had to be a sign from God. Right? Little things added up and some things did not but taking a step in marriage is a BIG STEP.
Since my mom always made beans and cornbread through the years to feed all the mouths in our family and company, I mentioned to her one evening that this man I was dating, now for years, loves beans and cornbread. Her advice was that if I can find a man who loves beans and cornbread, he is a winner. Well, I married him.
Then I realized that I made beans and cornbread quite often, to the point I hated them, which is one reason today that I do not make them. It has been years. I can make a good pot of beans, or I used to. Cornbread was not bad either, especially fried. At one point in my small family, I cooked and baked quite a bit. Now things look different in my home, with the boys on their own and my husband living with his mother, caring for her. So, the beans and cornbread, never simmer or are enjoyed but they have been on my mind, which is why I am writing. Maybe for old-time sake, I should make a pot. Maybe tomorrow, maybe not.
Let me know if you have had or enjoy beans and cornbread. Country cooking at its finest.