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Finish the Sentence Friday: A Woman of Faith and Warm Carrots

Yesterday, a police sergeant was shot dead in my friend's neighborhood.  The TV reports on Hurricane Matthew, bringing bad news from across the nation into my house.  The presidential election just leaves me shaking my head.  

With so many big stories happening, it is easy to feel insignificant and unimportant.  And yet, I hope I can make a difference in my the lives of my loved ones. What do I hope to leave as my legacy?  My desire is that my family can feel peace and love in our home, despite the negative influences in the world.  I hope that I can be an example of a person of faith, one who has optimism, gratitude, and hope for the future, even in the midst of trials and struggles.  I want to be a steady calm presence in the chaos of modern life.  

I want to be remembered as someone who could relieve stress with laughter.  I want to be like Grandma Moses, finding new interests and talents even in my older years.  I want my children to relate the stories that make them laugh, like how I always pack healthy carrot sticks on road trips, but no one eats them and then we just have baggies of warm carrots in the car. 

Yes, I want to be remembered for warm carrots, because that is a memory of safety and love, and isn't that what we need today?

Linking up with Finish the Sentence Friday.

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Thanks for warmth--whether in carrots or memories.

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  1. You've reminded me of the time on a road trip my mother thought it was fine to serve alphabet cereal to us in the motel glasses and then topped them up with milk that had sat out in the car all night. It was decidedly foul tasting. We laughed about it for days. Here's to warm milk, carrots and memories.

    1. I guess moms are just lost without refrigerators! :-)

  2. I love this post. Thanks for triggering some childhood memories.

    1. Thanks. Did your mom pack carrot sticks, too?

  3. Baggies of warm carrots? As in, ones which have been cooked? Or cold ones which have warmed up in the ambient heat? My mind is boggled but I love carrots and I'd probably eat them.

    That you want your family to remember you as someone who made their world better is lovely. I think you're WELL on your way to being that person.

    1. Oh, no, not cooked ones. Raw ones that turn warm in the heat of the car. Yum, right? :-)

  4. YES! Baggies of warm, forgotten carrots in the car, packed with love are exactly what we need to remember now and always. You make the world better, and I know that you will continue to, always. Your legacy is faith and love. So much more than enough.

  5. Faith and warm Gordon Lightfoot's "Love and Maple Syrup"! Love it...thank you!!

    1. I'm not familiar with "Love and Maple Syrup," but I did write a post about maple syrup being the secret to a happy marriage, so I'll take it! :-)

  6. I quite love your baggies of carrots - reminds me of a story about homemade chocolate chip cookies that came home crushed and uneaten. Your legacy is definitely one of faith and love and caring for those close to you. Even if the carrots are warm. :)

    1. Oh, I'm afraid that homemade chocolate chip cookies would never be forgotten in my car! :-)

  7. I will always think of you as someone with a very warm heart - who loves Disneyland and long runs!


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