One of my favorite places to visit (and shop — who am I kidding) during the holiday season is Macy’s. Yeah, they have great gift options but let’s talk about that decor, huh?! Those gigantic shiny, ruby-red ornaments that dangle from their cotton-skied ceilings stole my heart as a kid. Now, I appreciate the white and red insta-worthy sights even more so (#bloggerlife #aesthetics).
I’ve professed my hatred for the summer season many times but I do love the sun. Not when it’s scorching hot, but yeah, I love it. I actually have a thing for the sky in general. If you catch me on a walk, you’ll see me with my head cocked back and eyes wide, enthralled by the infinite masterpiece God painted.
Now that Daylight Savings have come upon us, I appreciate the extra hour (of sleep) but I’ll forever be dissatisfied with how little time we have to see the sun in all its glory.
“Red and yellow, black and white, we are precious in His sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world.”
My mother used to sing this to me all the time. My siblings and I even had a tape cassette and a book filled with the lyrics and children of all different ethnicities vibrantly displayed. They were smiling, they were all holding hands.
I know you’re grieved. Angered. Hurt. Disgruntled. Maybe even feeling betrayed. Plainly, you are heartbroken over the hate that permeates this country. And I encourage beseech you to feel it. Feel it all. You have all the right to feel any or all of those things — no permission necessary. Don’t lament that you feel this way in the first place.
I’ve always been sure of myself. Well, actually, it kicked in while in high school. But even when I was a super shy girl, I was matter-of-fact when I decided to speak up. You know that quote: Keep your heads, heels and standards high? Yeah, that’s totally me.