Yes, Maddee’s awesome. No, you can’t have her.
The bitties have a wee problem with idolatry. If I had a nickel for every “No, I want Maddee to do it…”
On second thought…keep your nickel. Gimme a pellet for my new pellet gun…dadgum rabbits…
She’s crazy smart. If only she wasn’t so cool.
There’s been zero gardening. There has, however, been blackberry picking, rabbit-cursing, swimming, Christmas card pic-taking, a little banditry, and lots and lots of Rolling Stones. So much so that this cutie who was totally flirting with her at Urban Outfitters {sorry, Madd, he was…} probably headed right out and bought himself a download. {But I think he had skinnies on, so actually he probably bought himself a vinyl.}
What can I say, she likes pamingos.
We’ve had lots of talk time. And, as it turns out, high school is still high school.
*sigh*
I just want to grab her shoulders and shake her and say don’t peak here.
Not here here, but here as in high school here. Madd, don’t peak here.
{Madd’s sweet friends A & A: don’t peak here.}
But to such funny, talented, smart, thinking girls, maybe the message really is: don’t want to peak here.
Remember all the voices of high school? They’re still there. Remember all the pressures of high school? They’re still there, too. Remember all the idiots of high school? Yep, them too. {And now they’re on INSTAGRAM to boot.}
*double sigh*
I’ve got 20 years on Madd. That’s 20 years to make sense of the nonsense. And there is so much living ahead, so much life. And it gets so. much. better. And so much easier, and so much freer, and so much more sensical.
One message, Madd: the exchange of your record for his. The just-as-if-I’d-never-sinned and just-as-if-I’d-done-everything-right-all-the-time of justification in Christ alone. Romans 5:1-5 is the only equation that will make sense of the nonsense.
faith –> grace –> hope of glory
pain + suffering + exchange of shame = endurance, character, and…wait for it…hope
