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.