A HEART INSPIRED

I love books.... I just LOVE books. I love to read. To escape. To go on an adventure. To experience a wide range of emotions. To be somewhere else, altogether. Even if its for a few moments each day. I've always been a reader. {This passion has not wained in the slightest in all my years}. So much so that I have lugged around books from my childhood through umpteen moves. Two huge duffel bags to be exact. Now, one of  my girls is reading some of my favorite teen novels. She's gone ahead and scribbled her name in her 6th grade swirly scrawl, right under mine. The little heart with the arrow through it, too. I actually still get giddy when I touch these books. I have spent an absolute small fortune on books for the kids and myself. We packed and moved roughly thirty five boxes this past year. Twenty or more, of which contained books. Oh good gracious! We've since sold or donated a majority of them, because, well darn it all....my kids are just not readers. I cannot fat

Honesty. Integrity. Loyalty. Humbleness. Love. Sincerity. These are beautiful traits. Some you are born with, others, you develop. Through life experiences. Choices. Mistakes. A character developed; you can live by these traits or spit in their face. Turn a blind eye and these characteristics are a force to be reckoned with. Walk the crooked path and life will hunt you down. Choose the righteous road and the rewards are immeasurable. No one ever need know that you continually choose the road doling out the least amount of ramification. It is with a clear conscience that you lay your head down to nestle on your pillow every night. It is the restful sleep that is your gift. Choose to lie, steel and deceive and...well, your nights....not so restful. Similarly, no one ever need know that you continually choose the other direction, the one with pits and holes and mud puddles. The road that keeps you wondering, how the hell did I get here? In this world there are those who are solely out