Everything matters, and everything counts. Going through this time has made realize this truth. Our life is a record kept of our souls, in a way. And perfection is not what I think we are supposed to strive for. I'm starting to see that we should all be spreading goodness. Goodness is what I strive for. Perfection is long gone around here, let me tell ya. But from all of my mistakes has come a whole lot of goodness.


While I was visiting Gregg, my old brother was visiting too. I wanted to bring him some lunch. I went through subway's drive-thru, and the girl working was...um...kinda mean. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I have a very hard time being assertive. I will eat an undercooked steak rather than send it back. I will drink the wrong pop rather than ask for the diet I ordered. If I hear you coming with your shopping cart and I feel like I might be in your way, I will move on to another isle. But when that drive-thru girl was so rude to me, I had to remind myself that I love the Lord and that means I should love her too. You know what? I didn't need that on that day. I was competely taken aback by her ability to be so rude to me and for no good reason!! Just as I was about to excersize my very weak assertive muscle, I stopped and I looked at her. She looked like a miserable person. The way she carried herself, the way she spoke, the expression on her face...and I said nothing. By the time she brought my drink to the window, I apologized and said that I misunderstood her. Her response, as you can imagine, was still rude. I smiled as I drove off. I did what I could do, and I spread a little goodness. And the record for that day was improved upon. If I ever work in a drive-thru, I am going to treat every customer like they might be buying a sandwich for their brother, so that they can spend the afternoon taking care of their dying father. Because the truth is, none of know what the people we encounter are going through.
Time to shift in thought here. I have found some lovely items lately. I read this post of a fellow blogger and I was smitten. Here is one picture:

Do you see those vintage tutus? OH.MY.GRACIOUS! I saw these and I just knew I had to get one for Brooklyn's room! She is, afterall, my little dancer! I searched ebay on a regular basis, to no avail. I even looked on etsy. No luck. Then after I took a load of goodies to my booth, I thought I would just take a look around. (By the way, if you love vintage items and antiques, don't get a booth at a mall. You could easily spend the money you make on more lovelies.) I searched the rows, and I couldn't find a single thing I just had to have. I nearly passed a tiny booth filled to the brim when some I saw some tule from the corner of my eye. Would you believe that I found a vintage dress/costume/almost tutu, in Brooklyn's favorite purple, and for $10!!!!! That was a God gift. (That is what I call it when you find something extra special that you have been wanting, at a great price, just sorda out of the blue.) It will be perfect in her room!

So many things to share...I will be back soon!