If snarkiness is wrong...

I don't want to be right. ☺ Oh, that's not true. I really do want to be right. Right with God, right toward people. When I read or see or hear others' admonishments to avoid sarcasm or satire, it always gives me great pause. They say that funny isn't funny if it's not nice and people won't believe you when you actually speak seriously if you're too often found speaking less than seriously. Our speech should be edifying, seasoned with salt, uplifting to the hearers, full of grace. Yes, indeed, it should. So, I mull it over, back and forth in my mind and decide that I will no longer make jokes. Then, I spiral into deep depression, feeling the searing loss of life without my dear friend, Sense of Humor (who by nature leans to the sarcastic side.) She helps me get through the days (because let's face it, mama needs a little help. Amen Tisha. True dat girl. High five. Preachin to the choir sister.) And I recall that some of the most spiritually minded people I come in contact with are hilarious! And they are not intimidating with a holier than thou attitude that turns people way way OFF. And I LOVE that. I don't know. It's all so confusing. ...
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**Subject change**
Some people say they want the simple life. Let me tell you what - people - I've got it! I don't actually know if I should acknowledge such things because I'm quite certain a busy calendar is a tell tale sign of the measure of the very worth of an individual (along with their number of FB friends). Oh, what the heck, go ahead and consider me unworthy. I'm going to out my family's simplicity.
Bobby is doing a project this summer of attaching our house to our garage, therefore making a huge mudroom. (Can I get a glory hallelujah? A place for all the coats, shoes, hats, gloves, snow pants, etc. where they may in fact NOT be scattered all over the floor tripping me up! The prospect has me giddy. It's almost too much happy to bear. But I'll take it. Happy, happy, happy with a side of happy.) So, we pulled out our trusty calendar to see when he might be able to take a couple weeks off work to schedule this (((blessed event)))) over the summer. Guess what? Summer's clear. Just about any 2 week period would work. Now, that is the simple life my friends. Unworthy or not, I adore it. I will roast marshmallows and grow vegetables in the garden and play in the sprinkler and watch movies and grill supper and play games and jump on the trampoline and go hiking and kick the soccer ball and throw the frisbee and picnic in the park with my little ones.
And I truly believe they will be filled with joy and missing out on nothing.
Simply sublime ♥

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