Reaching into my dryer I found a red hot mess.
Somehow Madisons new red shirt found it's way into the load of whites.
"Daddy's white shirts are all pink now" she laughed.Her giggles turned my agitation into adoration.
It amazed me how "ONE" can change so many.
Growing up I was always the child that wanted to blend in unless you count my eighth grade year with the mullet. Wait! Everyone them so I guess that doesnt count...right?
Blending in...it's safe and secure. It has boundaries and rules. I like that.
There are the blenders and the red shirts.
The followers and leaders.
Are you a follower
Are you a leader?
I think this world needs both to play nice.
For now I'm still a blender in a pretty shade of pink.
I am no stranger to insecurity.
I'm am working on it though.
I'm patiently waiting on Beth Moore's new book.
Have you heard about it?
to be cont....Susie~