BUT THINKING ABOUT DAYS.....
*Snort* We can rule out Monday.
Then again, there’s a positive
side to that. I just found out
clue my favorite flower got
This was among the very last roses by the Mansfield, Ohio Carousel on the book tour Bethany House sent Tracie Peterson, Judy Miller and me on. Thank heaven, we're still above the ground, even if this one is about to eat dirt.
*Laughing like a loon* I definitely wasn't born on Tuesday. In fact, I don't think my calendars have Tuesdays on them. In April, my left ankle got fractured. At the end of June, I broke my left foot. I haven’t worn a matching pair of shoes since April. Hobbling around in a surgical boot or a Velcro-closing medical shoe is sooo not Vogue. The same nitwit who labels pantyhose as "one size fits all" designed medical footwear so it's a one-shoe-fits-either-foot joke.
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Could this be me?
I’ve had some heartbreak in life.
But at the time this rhyme was
OTOH, it probably means
Thursday’s looking like it
Friday’s child is loving and giving
Wow. Many of my friends must have been born on Friday! Thank you, Jesus!
my shy critique
Mary Connealy & Julie Lessman Tracie Peterson partner, Deb Boone
Saturday’s child works hard for his living
Hmmm. I am the Saturday Blogger….
But blogging is going to be a blast.
And the child that’s born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
So those Sunday kids have it all—beauty, brains, health and happiness.
Only the fact of the matter is, the rhyme isn’t any more accurate than a astrological forecast or a prediction from a Chinese fortune cookie. The truth is, God makes each of us incredibly unique. The day we were born, He kissed us and loaned us for a time… and the day we were born again, He sang over us with joy.
But the child that’s born of Salvation’s grace,
Loves all to reflect his Savior’s face.
Blessings to you all!