I have a plant that just won’t die.

No matter how much I neglect it, forget to water it, it will LIVE.

A friend gave me this plant for my birthday a few years ago.

Giggling when she handed it to me, I said, ‘You realize that this will die in 3 days at my house. Plants do not survive around me.”

My sweet friend replied, “Jill, just water it every once in a while and it will live. I promise.”

Skeptically, I took the plant and I am being dead serious here, almost threw it in my big green outside garbage can when I arrived back home.

Wow. I did not realize that it has been almost a month since my last post. Eek.

The days sure fly by, don’t they? Kids are growing. Activities swirling. Life is moving right along.

Sound familiar?

My goal has been to try to stop and smell the roses each day. It is hard. Very hard some days.

There is always something to do it seems.

It was a rainy afternoon. Sitting under a warm blanket, bible, notebooks, and prayer journals falling off my lap, I cupped my hot tea in my hands.

From time to time, I like to revisit old prayer journals. I picked up one from a dusty shelf that was from the Summer of 2013.

As I read page after page, I sat in amazement of how simple those old journals were.

My heart was all over the pages, but the times seem to be different then.

I giggled as I came across an entry that said, “Father, please help me to be better at small talk. Help me to enjoy conversations and to be interested in others and to also be interesting! Help me to have a fun personality and easy to know. Lord, let me never stray from who I am, but adhere to being Christ Like.”