Just When You Think You’ve Heard It All

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eyebrows-eyes-girl-74472I have a friend who is an agent and mostly, she keeps her agent business to herself. But a few weeks ago, out there in Social Media World, she shared something that stirred up a lot of comments because…well, it straddles that line between scary and outrageous. See for yourself when you read my post over at the Muffin today:

THE WRITER WHO WENT TOO FAR

Yeah, that’s kinda dramatic, putting the post title in all caps, but honestly, y’all, this one’s a doozy. (And P.S. My agent friend said it was okay to share what happened.)

So, yeah. I’m going to leave it there. Except to say that if you have an opinion or comment, I’d love to hear more. (Unless you are the actual writer who went too far. In which case, Mr. Writer, I have recently moved. Somewhere far, far away. Probably in another galaxy.)

A Most Beautiful Gift Indeed

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The other day, I was cleaning out magazines to give to a nursing home–I have a LOT of magazines, I’m not sure how or why–and so I was zipping through them. And then I came to an O Magazine and it literally flipped open to a page. I figured that was a sign and so I quickly skimmed and immediately knew what I needed to see:

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I almost fell down from the power of those words, too. Not because I didn’t know this, but because I too often forget this: I am the loving expression of God. And so are my children, and so are my friends, and all of you readers, and even all of those people out there that I may not agree with on a pretty regular basis.

And I wonder if I’ve forgotten this because my mother and father are no longer around to remind me. Not that Mom and Dad said this to me…well, ever. But still, the way they loved me expressed those words to me every single day. A most beautiful gift, indeed.

I hope my children know that they are the loving expression of God. And I hope that I can remember that the next time a teenage driver cuts me off in traffic.

(Happy Mother’s Day in whatever way that wonderful word applies to each of you!)

(Also, thank you to Imbolo Mbue, author of Behold the Dreamers, for sharing that reminder. And just like that, I know I will read this novel.)