My daughter gave me a lesson in anxiety the other day--and she didn't even realize it. And, being a writer, I (gasp!) wrote about it. Stop by the Internet Cafe today, and see what she (and the Lord) taught me, and what it has to do with Flip Flops on the Welcome Mat.
And NOW, on to the OTHER stuff.
Welcome to week eight of my dear, dear friend Patty Wysong's From A 2 Z 4 U and me. We're work through the alphabet - one letter each Tuesday. No rules, other than your post has to relate to the letter of the week. Link up at Ordinary Lives and check out everyone else's post. Click on the graphic above for more details, and stop by Patty's blog to link up.I grew up in sunny Southern California. I was surrounded by lots of blue-eyed blondes. And I wanted to be just like them. But I wasn't.
|Me and my mamma. LOOK at those curls!|
|Six WEEKS old!|
But these will have to suffice.
|Age five - look how thick it is|
I hated my hair for years. I felt like it was absolutely EVERYWHERE, and so tough to control. Brushing it was a total pain (literally and figuratively, of course).
|Maybe 7 - THAT's lots of hair!|
|More curls - and in a mumu, yet!|
|a year or two?|
|The glasses, the gold jacket, the awful hair. WHAT a combo!|
|Fifteen years ago, can you say "poof?"|
|I use ALL that stuff (sigh)|
So, there's everything you could possibly want to know about Joanne's hair, but were afraid to ask. Be sure to stop by Patty's blog for more "H" posts - which will NOT be about my hair. Can pretty much guarantee that one.
Paving Rough Roads With God's Presence