...and he was right. They do, in fact, have good sweet tea. The only downfall-right next door is the hotel where a lady was murdered and shoved under the mattress, only to be found months later. How disturbing....also makes me not want to eat my cheeseburger after my dad informs me of the mishaps. <--mis-haps? Is that right? Anyway...
Probably the biggest thing I miss about living in Missouri is soul-winning. It takes courage, and a lot of self-control. Walking up to someone's door randomly and knocking on it, just to get it slammed in your face might be a little crushing to your ego, but for God's glory it's so worth it.
Yesterday, on the way home from Missouri, I was thinking a lot of my relationships with people and what they really think of me. I came to the conclusion that I can't really be myself that easily around people I care about. The truth is, if I would just let myself be who I really am they would probably like me even more. I'm not sure if many people would really take the time and effort to get to know me, or even care...but that would be unfair to them. And for me to expect that is a little selfish.
My water colors are calling my name...
Thank you Lord for this day, even though it was quite crappy. You let the sun shine, and that was all I needed.
Nice Evening,
Shelby Owen Esther
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