I thoroughly enjoy saving up my favorite phrases all week to share with you
(and to go back and re-read some of my favorite posts).
The thing I love best about this online community is that there is always something wonderful to read and always a variety of writing styles. You learn quickly where to go when you need a laugh. Or when you need a smile. Or when you need an ooshy-mushy moment.
My three year old girl looks at leaves and sees treasure. I save those leaves because I want to remember that lesson.
–from Jenna at All About Avacakes
Sometimes it’s hard to know when to speak and when to listen. Sometimes it’s even harder to speak when you think no one’s listening.
-from Lisa-Jo on the (in)courage website
How can rusty, bent steel make a mama hurt for all that’s slid away?
A Velveteen Mother — made Real by the years — the way grace can happen to you. And not all at once — but you become. And grace becomes you.
-from the lovely Ann Voskamp also on the (in)courage site
But if someone asks me to help, my default answer is always yes. Why do I not feel comfortable asking someone else to help? Why do I – and I wonder if you feel the same – think that, by asking for help, I’m inconveniencing another person and they might possibly think less of me? -from Carmen at Mom to the Screaming Masses
I’m considering doing a linky starting next week for those who might want to participate.