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Like many of you, I grew up during the “simpler times.” At least that’s how it seemed to me when I was a little girl. (I’m sure my mama and daddy had a different perspective.)
Life was less harried and moved at a slower pace.
Until my pre-teen years I lived in a small town in a small house and attended a small school.
My mother was a stay-at-home mama for many years and I loved just being with her. She worked hard to make our house a home, and when Daddy trudged through that front door at night, it became a safe haven far removed from the daily grind of ordinary life.
Our supper hour was almost sacred as concerns were temporarily shelved and hardships forgotten.
Nothing was cooked from a box or a mix.
There was real conversation.
Laughter happened often.
The family hour was observed and respected.
God wasn’t an inconvenience, nor was prayer strictly limited to Sundays.
My sister and I had rules and we were better because of them.
Affection was openly displayed.
We loved. Deeply. Without reservation.
Imperfect and not without our blemishes, we recognized the blessing of togetherness.
The memories of that sleepy period of my youth still evoke feelings of awe that will never be duplicated.
It was a season of innocence, wonder, and acceptance.
And it was reverence for simplicity at its finest.
Who would have thought that those faraway years would be the foundation for my Heartfelt, Homespun Fiction?
I truly believe I am John Boy’s long-lost sister.
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If you write, does your life mirror your writing?
How connected is your past to your future?
What circumstances evoke sweet memories for you?
Happy Weekend, friends!
Blessings Always,
Comments 4
I have chill bumps! So sweet, Cynthia.
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Shelli, you made me smile! It was a simple life, but one filled with profound meaning.
Cynthia, I had to run to pick up my daughter … so I didn’t finish. My past is so intertwined in my present. God seems to use all my hardships in life to help others. So I wouldn’t trade any of it. All my past memories of my grandparents and parents are so special to me. East Texas grown … even thoughts of my daddy accidentally slamming my fingers in his old Ford are special!
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Shelli, ouch! (Hope it wasn’t your writing hand.) I think I know what you mean, though. =)
Sharing our hardships can be just the testimony someone else needs to spur them forward.