hot tea & a little about me.

i have been drinking hot tea more on the regular now & i love it with some local honey. the hot tea has put me in the mood to write. today i decided i was going to blog more about me. i feel like when you are first starting out blogging everything is just surface level. blogging is this huge world of people you don't know, some people  that you do know, but they might not know you on a deep level, & then there are those friends that really know you. so this blog is really more for me to let down some of the walls if blogging is something that i really want to step deeper into. i feel like we all have a voice, we all have something to share & we never really know who is reading, or who we could reach. just to warn you i am a rambler- i am not one of these organized in my thoughts sort of people.

so i hope you enjoy getting to know a little more about me, & i hope you will tell me more about you.

my grandfather used to take me & my siblings to get donuts every morning when we were in town. he was the best grandfather, he always smelled a certain way & i still remember his smell. my grandfather was like my father & when we had nothing he made sure we had plenty. he was a cartoonists & a really good one. art runs deep in my family in many different ways. my dad is a musician & so is the rest of his side of the family. so we have music & artists that run pretty far on both sides. i would like to attribute this to my daydreaming ways & always feeling like i can do anything i set my mind too. want to build a dresser evanda?, sure thing, let me just watch a youtube video & we are set.

my nanny grew up on the lost mountain property on dallas highway. i remember going to the lost mountain store & my great uncle newt giving me a peppermint candy. my mom learned how to make her famous chocolate pie from my great grandmother on that property.  when we would spend the night at my nanny's house i would wake up to the smell of fresh coffee & my pop would gather us kids up & take us for a donut. this is def. where my sweet tooth came from. when i was about 7 my nanny & i were digging in the backyard for worms to go fishing with & we hit a bees nest. not a good thing. i remember they came flying out of the ground & i ran towards the house screaming. i got stung a lot. like 8 times. it was crazy but such a good memory. the funny thing is that we would go to all the trouble of digging up these worms & i never let them keep a fish. i would cry & cry & give all the fish names until they put them back in the water #winning

i started drinking coffee when i was about 5. my dad would make biscuits some mornings & i would sit at my little fisher price table with my little yellow chair & have a biscuit &  little cup of coffee. this is when my coffee addiction started.

my nanny ( which i am sure i have written about a few times) was my favorite person. i wish so badly that cory could have met her. she would have loved him. i think the reason why i love canning, baking, coconut pie/cake, simple living, lipstick, old quilts, crossword puzzles, goodwill, flowers, & gardening is all because of her. i feel in doing all of these things it keeps her with me all the time.

my 30th birthday is rounding the corner & for some reason has me thinking of everything. being a mother, being a better wife, letting go of things that are not really important, make my own family traditions, living a simple life, pulling closer to the lord, letting go of people in my life that don't have my best interest at heart.

The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams; the old servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits. -Hervey Allen
 

 i have a few real friends in my life. for me it is so hard to find good girl friends. i don't like drama, i want real friends that are not afraid to be honest & open. us women have to stick together & encourage each other. we need to build each other up in our faith, as mothers, as wives, as people. i feel like within this little community i live in i see so much hurt, so much insecurity, so many that don't see who they truly are, that don't see what their worth, or where their worth comes from. i am included in all of these btw. i struggle too with so many things. gossip is a killer you guys. i am trying to be better at this & i feel like the times i do gossip its because there is literally nothing else to talk about. that looks horrible in writing but i am being honest. its like you don't want to talk about deeper things so you  just switch it over & you say hmmm. did you see what so & so was wearing the other night.

Proverbs 26:20-22 For lack of wood the fire goes out, and where there is no whisperer, quarreling ceases.  As charcoal to hot embers and wood to fire, so is a quarrelsome man for kindling strife. The words of a whisperer are like delicious morsels; they go down into the inner parts of the body.


lord help me to re direct my thoughts in times like these. help me to be an encourager not just to peoples faces but behind their backs as well. help me to speak sweetly, help me to build people up & not tear them down. help me to be slow to speak, slow to anger. help me to love people well. help me to be an example & be led my other peoples example. forgive me for falling into this habit too many times.

Psalms 141:3

Set a guard, O LORD, over my mouth; Keep watch over the door of my lips.

Ephesians 4:29

Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, so that it will give grace to those who hear.

if we want things to change the change has to start within ourselves. we need to examine our own hearts & the dark spots need to be saturated with the lord & his word.

James 1:26 

If anyone thinks himself to be religious, and yet does not bridle his tongue but deceives his own heart, this man's religion is worthless.

this is guytho. my little brother- keep him in your prayers- he lost his father & laid him to rest yesterday. 

mwen renmen ou anpil guytho.

-- E