The Big Purse Principle

 

The Big Purse Principle  

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          Years ago I remember how intimated I was stepping into the business world. I would always wear a business suit and three-inch heels, hoping to make a good impression. It was important to me to look pulled together so the people I dealt with would assume I knew what I was doing.

Then I attended a Women’s Conference and heard a speaker talk about how others could tell a lot about our personality our purse size. (Which totally blew my whole dress for success theory). This was a little horrifying to me, because I always carried a purse about the size of Texas. As she proceeded with her talk, I learned women who carried small purses are perceived as decisive, powerful, organized, and goal orientated. All the things I wanted to be, and felt I was not.

In that conference I learned big purse people were thought of as fun, artistic, easy-going and their purses were usually mess. (I knew that, my purse carried papers, wrappers, candy, Swiss army knife and a telephone at the bottom I could never find. In fact once something went into that purse, it could be lost forever. I thought my purse was my secret, I wonder if she had peeked.

At that moment I decided to become small purse woman, so people would think I had all the attributes of a responsible businesswoman.

I laugh when I think back to those days when I put so much emphasis on a purse. Even funnier, I bought that small purse.
When I couldn’t get everything into it, I ended up carrying two Safeway bags around

Loving our Memories

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 You can see them alongside the shuffleboard courts in Florida or on the porches of the old folks’ homes up north: an old man with snow-white hair, a little hard of hearing, reading the newspaper through a magnifying glass; an old woman in a shapeless dress, her knuckles gnarled by arthritis, wearing sandals to ease her aching arches.

They are holding hands, and in a little while they will totter off to take a nap, and then she will cook supper, not a very good supper and they will watch television, each knowing exactly what the other is thinking, until it is time for bed. They may even have a good, soul-stirring argument, just to prove that they still really care. And through the night they will snore unabashedly, each resting content because the other is there.

They are in love, they have always been in love, although sometimes they would have denied it. And because they have been in love they have survived everything that life could throw at them, even their own failures.  Ernest Havemann, Bits & Pieces, June 24, 1993, pp. 7-9.

 

If we discovered that we had five minutes left to say all we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they love them. Why wait until the last five minutes?   C. Morley

 

Reflections From Karan: 

As I watched my husband hang up each of our daughters’ wedding pictures in our new home, I remembered all the laughter, joy, and craziness of their childhood. In the quietness of our dream home, I am left with quiet memories of endless dishes, piles of dirty clothes, backpacks filled to overflowing, and always racing to get somewhere quick. It was a time we thought would never end. Continuous games, parties, and worry. Wishing for five minutes of peace and quiet, and telling myself someday I would have time to do all the things I dreamed of.

My Song


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I was born with a song to sing.

I think each of us have a song in our lives.

Sometimes I struggle to sing my song, feeling like it might not

be good enough to share.

Or I look at others and wish I could sing their song.

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There have even been times I could not sing my song at all

because of great sadness.

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Those are times I need another to wrap their wings of love

around me and hold me tight.

I was born to sing my song.

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Like a small bird needing to fly and feel the wind lift me higher,

I know God has placed a special song in my heart that

I must sing to a hurting world… Jesus Loves You!

That is my SONG©

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Thank you for dropping by and sharing your time with me. 

Do you have a song to sing?  I would love to hear about your song.

Have a great week! 

Lovingly, Karan

Rest

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Where do we find rest, would I stop the world and get off this race of life that keeps me spinning. I find myself racing from one task to another playing catch up each day. Cooking, cleaning, washing, writing, it seems I will never get to the end of my long self-imposed list. “Hurry, hurry, faster, faster you’ll never get it all done!” Run, run.

Yet the rest that I long for, I find in the quiet of the morning sheltered in the word of God as he leads me beside the still waters of his love.  Calming the turmoil, halting the winds and giving my soul the restful peace to keep moving forward in uncertain times. Whatever the day my hold, I know God’s rest is only a prayer away. He only asks me to live one day at a time for him, because he holds all my tomorrows.

Thank you for sharing your time with me, dear friend. Where do you find times of rest in the busyness of your daily life? I’d love to hear from you.

Lovingly Karan