I can remember lively moments. Those times linger like fluttering butterflies; they show up in spring like fireflies. There is absolutely nothing that can compare to a child’s vivacity in the face of delightfulness. If we could fill our hearts with their joy, I think we would literally float…
Today was an enormously weighty day for me and the word vivacious took me to boxes of photos to find and share the best of smiles. I cannot get my phone to send the pictures to my computer as I have been doing. Suspicion has raised my eyebrows to consider the state of our reality in America. Maybe since I stepped forth being a total Christian Conservative, as a dear friend suggested, my postings will be shuffled, and somehow made to go to the back of the line.
I’m not sure and at this point it doesn’t matter.
I know that all who are meant to read these thoughts will, and none other, So, I rest “vivaciously” to recommend a great book for anyone having that secret dream waiting to be made into a reality.
There’s Always Time for Greatness Who did what from ages 1-100 by Andrew Postman appeared as a sole bloom in spring. The great news about it is that we have the thumbprint of our greatness stamped in our hearts, and to get the confidence up, we must be on fertile ground somewhere and certainly surrounded by encouragement.
” All the forces in the world are not as powerful as an idea whose time has come.” _Victor Hugo