It's About You, It's About Me, It's About the Dog

It's about you

it's about me

it's about the dog

it's about the little old man I saw walking down the street

maybe it's about my grandmother

or my mother

my father

my sister (oops don't have one)

my brother.

It might be about one of a dozen rocks on a gravel path

but when I write it down. . .

it's about the idea. . .

not the rock.

amy,

Thanks for reposting.  now, you got me wondering what seeds should i be planting...

sarah

Sink or Swim

God rarely encourages us to play it safe,

on the contrary,

God often accompanies us into

sink or swim circumstances.

It is the new,

the scarey,

the vulnerable areas of life that beckon us.

The safe place to which our arms lock fast

in clinging,

is the place where we are vested in believing

the threats that fear barks in our ears.

We learn by teaching ,

by demonstration,

by experience.

Wisdom is not cultivated

in safety.

hmm, that is so weird I can see it all on both threads, the only unusual thing aboutthese threads is I am pasting in from word and it comes up with the "html removed" thing across the top 4 times which i promptly remove , weired but i can see it all no problem and so, apparemtlly can Dptrix over on the It's About. . . thread. Weird!