With a title like that you're probably expecting something a little more spiritual and uplifting from this post. You won't find it today, but it still fits with what I wanted to share with you.
When I was a girl I admired those that I thought were tough. I wanted to be cool, hard, mean, beguiling, and *ahem* shall we say, interesting enough to catch a man's eye. Make that both eyes.
My family watched Happy Days on T.V. (My all time favorite episode is when the Fonz pretended to be a nerd and had pet snails. Anyone remember what his name was?) Fonz also had a love interest that I thought was the epitome of cool, Pinky Tuscadero. I wanted to be just like her. Thankfully, my parents were too poor and sensible to allow me to run around in white leather. My dad did let me have a motorcycle.
When I think of what I wanted to be, to who I am now, I'm so glad Jesus set me free. |
Nov. 7, 2008
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Nancy,
I'm just so thankful that He even wants to do that for any of us. We are truly blessed.