The way to a happy weekend is to make someone else’s weekend happy. What can we do to accomplish such a fine feat? Look for a way to make someone’s day; a phone call, a visit, a hug, a handshake…whatever it takes to put a smile on a face. Happy weekend.
Today, may your burden be a little lighter,
your life be a little brighter,
your love be a little stronger,
and your hugs last a little longer…
today.
May God bless your day with what you need to live it fully.
While shopping in some quaint and unique out of town shops, I discovered a sign with the following words:
In This House…We do second chances…we do grace…we do mistakes…we do real…we do I’m sorry…we do loud really well…WE DO HUGS…we do love…we do family…
I liked it enough to share it here…
Remember the list we made of things that make us smile instantly? Well, here’s another one.
A good news letter in the mailbox…
A single parking spot in a full lot…
A friendly wave in traffic…
The ice cream truck’s jolly jingle…
The word “uppy” from a tiny tot with up-stretched arms…
A sudden show of dimples in a smiling face…
Birds feeding birds…
People hugging people…
A rainbow after a storm…
Parched plants perking up after the rain…
Again, this is only a list of ten but you get the idea; so many things can bring an instant smile. What made you smile today?
Hugging is one of my favorite pastimes so I was happy to find this Saturday Hug post on the Internet.
Can I get a couple back? Yes or no, enjoy your Saturday 🙂
My prayer for you this Sunday…
It may appear from the title that this is about those absorbent paper pants that cover a baby’s bottom for comfort; not so my friends.
This is about all the hugs I received at church yesterday from all my huggy friends. I’m a bit of a hug fanatic and seem to have gained a reputation for this. But others appear to enjoy getting hugs too, and that’s a good thing.
Like a squirrel storing food in his cheeks, yesterday’s hugs are stored in my heart in case there are no more until next Sunday.
I sometimes joke that I go to church for the hugs, but that includes God’s hugs as well.
“Have you and God had a hug of the heart today?” It’s a question I read somewhere and realized how uplifting it is when we spend time with Him, either on Sunday or any day of the week, just how much that feels like a heavenly hug.
Huggies…whether God hugs or human hugs, are indeed a source of comfort. Have you had yours today?
Sometimes I wonder where my next blog will come from because they are mostly spontaneous rather than planned.
I spoke to someone yesterday who referred to church as a social club. It caused me to ponder the statement, which is how I came up with today’s title.
In a way this person was correct. To begin with, each man, woman and child is warmly welcomed as they enter the building. Next they find a comfortable (or not so) place to sit and pass pleasantries with the person next to them in the pew.
After the final formality of the worship service is completed in orderly fashion, the pastor is praised (or not) as we, the congregation, file out to gather for tea, coffee, goodies and socializing in the meeting hall.
As people catch up on each other’s lives since the previous week, stories are exchanged, jokes are shared, hugs are plentiful (a boon to those who live alone) and parting words are usually a cheerful “See you next Sunday, if not before.”
I’m very happy to belong to God’s social club where we come together for praise and worship, tea and coffee, and a chance to pass the raisin bread.
This is so timely after a conversation with a friend on Sunday about how important hugs are in a person’s life. It cropped up on Facebook yesterday.
I’m just sayin’….
An update: I first posted this love story last year and it was a big hit. Everyone loves a love story, right? Â Well, as it so happens, the love has not waned one iota and if anything, is even more poignant. Even though we are both a year older, the age difference is simply not a factor in our relationship. But one thing is a little unsettling, I don’t see him as often as I would like to and now he has another new interest in his life which I will reveal a little later in the story. So here you go…
I have a confession to make. I’m in love with a younger man. At my age you pretty much have to be. You see, I’m seventy-eight years old, and men my age and up are just not interested in older women.
It’s not the first time I’ve been in love, but it is the first time in a long time.
I met my new love just over three years ago. It was love at first sight. Let me tell you about him. First of all he is good to look at..blonde hair, smiling eyes, slim build…a real charmer.
He is so much fun and makes me feel young. He is inquisitive, talkative, and playful. At a recent party he gave me his undivided attention and told me he loved me. My heart melted. Twice, in front of everyone, he leaned into me and hugged me…didn’t matter who was watching.
He loves music and is a top-notch dancer. ..like, he really has the moves. The only problem I have is he is a bit of a lady’s man. Women love him and I’m not too sure that I can handle all the appreciative stares, or the outstretched arms to hug him at every opportunity.
He is physically fit and fancies himself as a hockey player…whereas I haven’t donned a pair of skates in decades.
Sometimes I tell myself I’m too old for love, but when we’re together my heart melts and I am putty in his hands.
I didn’t expect to put my new-found love in the limelight, but there you have it. What more can I say, except I really love this guy!
The new interest is Junior Kindergarten! Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â 
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