Sprinkles help me focus on what’s cool & good and forget what’s not.
Sprinkles are going to be my new summertime pal.
Every year I seem to forget how summer time can zap my spirit. Even worse, I forget how to KEEP it from zapping my spirit. I posted about this dance last year .
This year, sprinkles are my summer survival sisters. I’m going to keep a container of them kitchen counter. So I’ll remember to choose if I want to be miserable or if I want to chill out, let it be and celebrate what’s in front of me.
Sprinkles are my new symbol of hope.
What are your sprinkles this summer?
4 thoughts on “sprinkles of hope…”
My 4-month-old granddaughter, Adaline. NOTHING else matters when I am with her.
I’m with you, Lisa, about summer. And this one is starting out unpleasantly in NC. Thank God for AC!
My beautiful flowers-they give me inspiration everyday! I marvel at what different ones are blooming daily ( also marvel at the water bill that it is taking to keep them alive) but they are worth every penny!! They truly are a gift of God!
My expected first baby grandson, due Sept. 2nd! He’ll be born in Barcelona, Spain, so thank the Lord for Skype!
ooooo Robin, Corrine & Lois, grandchildren and flowers ~ YES!
(and Corrine, YES to the water bills, too! some things ARE worth it, eh?)
thanks to you all for sharing your HOPE.
i send you mine…