Sometimes in August, little girls help their great aunt water
her plants…
Sometimes in August, I ask for something odd for my birthday
like guacamole and the opportunity to drive to Denver to mingle with a bunch of
people I don’t know so that I can meet one of my favorite bloggers/creators/storytellers in person…
Sometimes in August, my big, beautiful, brave girl starts third grade…
Or the sweet, littlest one begins playing soccer for the
first time…
Sometimes I start a new writing job and contemplate other new
projects with friends.
Sometimes (usually) in August, God does something big and unexpected. He
knows this is the month I can handle changes. It’s might be because my birthday
falls in this month and so I am already thinking about a shift. Or maybe I am
ready for something new because school starts. It might be the bittersweet
memories I have of volleyball season beginning. That something good can happen
when we’re surrounded by others who are on our side.
Whatever it is, August is a gift.
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