The South

Where tea is sweet and accents are sweeter; summer starts in April; front porches are wide and words are long; macaroni and cheese is a vegetable; pecan pie is a staple; Y’all is the only proper pronoun; chicken is fried and biscuits come with gravy; everything is darling and someone is always getting their heart blessed. -unknown

Wednesday, December 5, 2007


So I am reading a book, which is a big deal, because I just don't read. It is not that I don't like to read, I just can't ever find anything that catches my attention. Generally I would like to read something that is non-fiction, but even then, it is rare.
Anyway, I came to this chapter in the book that really struck me. This lady is talking about meeting a new friend in Italy. The new friend tells her that every city has one word to describe it. They go on to name different cities and try and decide what they think that one word would be. Then the author tries to decide what the one word would be that would describe herself. Now, I can't even remember what that word was. It did get me thinking though,...what is my one word? Obviously, we all want our one word to be "Christian." That goes without saying. But what would my 'other" one word be?

I think maybe it would be "Blessed"

Think about what your word would be. It is hard to sum it all up into one word.


Sylvia said...

I remember years ago thinking how "lucky" I was in all aspects of my life. Then I either heard in a sermon or read it somewhere that there is no such thing as luck--that we are blessed. You have figured that out without having to have it pointed out to you. On our worst days we should remember how blessed we are.

Erika said...

That's easy: tired ha ha