I have four children, each one is precious to me. My firstborn was the first with everything. He was the first child born to our family. The first one we taught to walk, the first one we walked to school and the first one to leave home. He was the "trial run" that paved the… Continue reading The Paintbrush
Today, I had to step out for a few minutes and the usual run-down of rules had an additional item or two added just in case.
What difference does it make to help only a few instead of thousands?
The things we allow ourselves to make time for are what become precious to us.
Originally posted last year this piece really speaks to me today about how "dusty" we feel at the end of each year. We've pushed envelopes, issues, decisions, and work back as far as possible but now at the end of an old year and into the new it's time to wipe away the dust.