So, this isn't my best picture. But, it was late last night. And, I had just waxed my eyebrows. (who was it that told me that the more you waxed the less that grew back & eventually you would hardly ever have to wax...you lied. like a rug.) Thanks to Bill Foreman, my Daddy, I have a cross between Brooke Shields & Burt from Sesame Street eyebrows. Left to their own devices...they would grow in a straight line across my face from temple to temple. I do not lie.
But, this isn't a post about my eyebrows. This is a post about how my street cred went up about 1 billion percent last night due to this silly t-shirt that I picked up at the thrift store for a dollar on Saturday. (don't worry...I washed it...because it smelled like "Teen Spirit") (smile)
It might be the FIRST time I have ever worn something that both my boys & The Gunny both commented on!
Let it be noted that I had my share of flannel & a pair of Birks in the early 90s, boys. And, my heart still aches for a sickness that ended a life too soon. I seem to find that creative souls are the most fragile.
So, what I didn't tell my boys is that I bought that shirt as a reminder that "But for the GRACE of God Go I". I bought it to remind me that I must fight every day against the darkness that threatens to creep in. I bought it to remind me that my J.O.Y. comes from the LORD. And, that without Him & His grace & His mercy my life holds no meaning. So, my silly little one dolla' shirt from the thrift store...is so much more. It holds a story. It serves as a reminder.
And, as a bonus it ups my coolness factor with the men in my life.
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