The 1972 "ELVIS ON TOUR" will be released on DVD for the FIRST TIME EVER THIS AUGUST!!!! It's about dern time!!!! "Elvis On Tour" was one of the final 'motion pictures' he made that came out in theaters at the time. Elvis is telling you the story HIMSELF of being on the road, his life, music and the practical jokes on and off stage with band members. If you don't own a single Elvis Presley movie...get this one!!! IT WILL BE WORTH IT!!!
The powder blue suit you see him in...is my absolute fav!!!
Friday, July 2, 2010
'Candy' For REAL Women ;-)
Eye candy or any kind of candy a woman wants him to be! Yummmy!!! TAKE ME NOW ELVIS!!! I'M ALLLL YOURS HUNY!!!
Through My Eyes ~April 11, 2010 - Sunday
Dear Friends,
Today I finally got the rest of my trip pictures developed. As I was putting them into an album, my mind took me into the future, how I envision it. There is no doubt in my mind that once I am free from home, the possibilities will be endless for me. I have climbed a lot of mountains; some scarier than others. Some that have really tested me to the core of my inner strength, my abilities and my faith. When a person has been through so much trauma, hard times and sickness, that person will look at the world and look at life a lot differently than before. It is that person's choice to look at it in a positive way or in a bad way. There are so many lessons to be learned from the bad times that we either choose to become courageous enough to be aware, learn, apply and share or we can just keep running, give no effort and allow no progress in our lives. We can choose to allow our circumstances to humble us or harden our hearts.
As difficult as it has been for me, there are times when I have wanted to pull my covers over my head and not go forward. I have been scared stiff, sometimes giving myself a pity party. I have at times become angry, in denial and blamed others instead of owning the responsibility myself for the outcomes. Sometimes it is difficult to feel so human; so weak. When I have felt like giving up I asked God to "take me"; "I'm done", "I don't want this anymore", "just make the pain stop." God always reminds me in His loving gentle way of who I really am and how much He truly loves. He lets me know that my presence in the world helps it to be so wonderful.
He reminds me how far I have come in my life. He reminds me all that I have accomplished and that there is more. He reminds me that He has more for me to do, see and experience. He reminds me that many more blessings are coming my way to make what I am and have been going through a sweet experience that is helping me grow. He reminds me that He is with me always and that He has me in the place where I need to be so that later I can do better at something He has planned for me to take another shot at or something that He wants me to do for the first time. He reminds me that I refuse to allow the words 'quit' and 'give up' in my vocabulary. He knows that I strive to live my life to please Him and that someday when it is my time to come before Him, I want no regrets. I want to look back on my life satisfied with a bright sunny smile on my face knowing that I did my very best and I had fun at it too. He warms my heart with His never ending love. He wraps His arms around me to console my hurting heart. He feels my pain and He understands. I am special to Him, so I am on a special mission for Him.
When I start school this fall, I intend to do better than I did when I was in school 13 + years ago. I wasn't a goof off. I didn't believe in myself. I was slow, severely depressed, didn't have the encouragement and support to succeed and to exercise my talents, abilities and to enjoy learning. I was quiet, timid, shy and afraid to be me. I was intimidated too easily. I didn't know how to make friends, in fact I was scared to. I was just an average student. This time I will become more than an average student. Giving my very, very best I aim to succeed. I am not afraid to become the woman God wants me to become. I am looking forward to it. I say, "come on, bring it on baby, bring it on!" Once I preferred the back seat of the classroom, now I prefer the front seat and nothing less.
While I am in school, I plan to get involved in school activities, organizations and functions. I look forward making new friends. I am so anxious to learn new things and refresh on things I already have learned. I love knowledge!! When I travel, I look at it as an opportunity to see places, meet new people and experience new adventures that I only dreamed about years ago. I enjoy travel. It's so exciting! I have goals that I will make happen and dreams that will come true. I don't feel sorry for anyone that tries to stand in my way.
When I was growing up, I was always told "no", "you can't do this," "you can't do that," "we don't have the money," "You can't do that because I tried it before," "I don't have the time," "stop dreaming, it useless," and always more "no, no, no!" I say "YES, YES, YES I CAN AND BY GOLLY I WILL!"
I thank my Jesus for being the wonderful Teacher that He is. I thank Him for the amazing love He has for me. I thank Him for His remarkable healing. I thank Him for His vigilant guidance on me. I thank Him for his patience with me. I thank Him for the family I have, my friends, talents and mostly I thank Him for my life. I am so happy that I am His. He is truly so good. I hope that someday I can use these lessons and experiences; both good and bad in my life, to help motivate and encourage someone along my journey. I can't live my life without Him. I need Him. Like the hymn sings, "Because He Lives, I can face tomorrow."
In God's Amazing Grace,
Liz
Today I finally got the rest of my trip pictures developed. As I was putting them into an album, my mind took me into the future, how I envision it. There is no doubt in my mind that once I am free from home, the possibilities will be endless for me. I have climbed a lot of mountains; some scarier than others. Some that have really tested me to the core of my inner strength, my abilities and my faith. When a person has been through so much trauma, hard times and sickness, that person will look at the world and look at life a lot differently than before. It is that person's choice to look at it in a positive way or in a bad way. There are so many lessons to be learned from the bad times that we either choose to become courageous enough to be aware, learn, apply and share or we can just keep running, give no effort and allow no progress in our lives. We can choose to allow our circumstances to humble us or harden our hearts.
As difficult as it has been for me, there are times when I have wanted to pull my covers over my head and not go forward. I have been scared stiff, sometimes giving myself a pity party. I have at times become angry, in denial and blamed others instead of owning the responsibility myself for the outcomes. Sometimes it is difficult to feel so human; so weak. When I have felt like giving up I asked God to "take me"; "I'm done", "I don't want this anymore", "just make the pain stop." God always reminds me in His loving gentle way of who I really am and how much He truly loves. He lets me know that my presence in the world helps it to be so wonderful.
He reminds me how far I have come in my life. He reminds me all that I have accomplished and that there is more. He reminds me that He has more for me to do, see and experience. He reminds me that many more blessings are coming my way to make what I am and have been going through a sweet experience that is helping me grow. He reminds me that He is with me always and that He has me in the place where I need to be so that later I can do better at something He has planned for me to take another shot at or something that He wants me to do for the first time. He reminds me that I refuse to allow the words 'quit' and 'give up' in my vocabulary. He knows that I strive to live my life to please Him and that someday when it is my time to come before Him, I want no regrets. I want to look back on my life satisfied with a bright sunny smile on my face knowing that I did my very best and I had fun at it too. He warms my heart with His never ending love. He wraps His arms around me to console my hurting heart. He feels my pain and He understands. I am special to Him, so I am on a special mission for Him.
When I start school this fall, I intend to do better than I did when I was in school 13 + years ago. I wasn't a goof off. I didn't believe in myself. I was slow, severely depressed, didn't have the encouragement and support to succeed and to exercise my talents, abilities and to enjoy learning. I was quiet, timid, shy and afraid to be me. I was intimidated too easily. I didn't know how to make friends, in fact I was scared to. I was just an average student. This time I will become more than an average student. Giving my very, very best I aim to succeed. I am not afraid to become the woman God wants me to become. I am looking forward to it. I say, "come on, bring it on baby, bring it on!" Once I preferred the back seat of the classroom, now I prefer the front seat and nothing less.
While I am in school, I plan to get involved in school activities, organizations and functions. I look forward making new friends. I am so anxious to learn new things and refresh on things I already have learned. I love knowledge!! When I travel, I look at it as an opportunity to see places, meet new people and experience new adventures that I only dreamed about years ago. I enjoy travel. It's so exciting! I have goals that I will make happen and dreams that will come true. I don't feel sorry for anyone that tries to stand in my way.
When I was growing up, I was always told "no", "you can't do this," "you can't do that," "we don't have the money," "You can't do that because I tried it before," "I don't have the time," "stop dreaming, it useless," and always more "no, no, no!" I say "YES, YES, YES I CAN AND BY GOLLY I WILL!"
I thank my Jesus for being the wonderful Teacher that He is. I thank Him for the amazing love He has for me. I thank Him for His remarkable healing. I thank Him for His vigilant guidance on me. I thank Him for his patience with me. I thank Him for the family I have, my friends, talents and mostly I thank Him for my life. I am so happy that I am His. He is truly so good. I hope that someday I can use these lessons and experiences; both good and bad in my life, to help motivate and encourage someone along my journey. I can't live my life without Him. I need Him. Like the hymn sings, "Because He Lives, I can face tomorrow."
In God's Amazing Grace,
Liz
From My Friend Naz~"Men Dont' Cry"~WONDERFUL Writing!
How do I know this to be true? Easy, my grandfather told me so and my father told me so.
It’s even more amazing with this Italian heritage thing I grew up with. I remember being told by a certain young lady’s mom one time (as I was meeting her daughter) how she had warned her daughter never to get involved with an Italian man. Lucky for me she included many reasons why she felt as she did. Unlucky for me, the young lady I cared so much about sat and listened to everything her mom had to tell me. I know her daughter knew I was Italian but I wouldn’t swear if her mom did and was just letting me know to stay away. She may have just spoken what she believed without regard to whom I was or how I felt.
Growing up in a strict Italian family was quite a learning experience. I watched mostly as a young man, I was never really one to be told what to do. I know, what a surprise right? I took in the heritage I was born with, observed what it was all about.
The interesting part was the things I learned. About fifty percent of it was how to behave in later life and the other was how not to. I learned so many lessons, so many things. Although I was always able to separate the good and what needed to be applied as I took my life’s journey from the behavior completely unacceptable. (I promised myself never to be so much of this heritage when I grew up). The one thing I was always told and seemed to have adopted was “Italian men don’t cry”.
Forgetting about the whole Italian thing, the entire concept of men crying I’ve always found fascinating. When asked, most ladies will tell you that the perfect man will be strong, able to take care of and protect them, yet in touch with his feelings, able to express himself and willing to share or communicate how he really feels. Yet the first time a man breaks into tears in front of his gal he is looked at as weak and unable to protect her. (Admit it ladies, you hate to see your man cry)
A lady is allowed to cry when she’s joyous, happy, or thrilled, she will also cry when she’s heartbroken, sad, or feels a loss. In fact she can cry for what most men will feel is no reason at all. When the crying starts for a guy the instinct is to grab her in your arms, hold her tight, and assure her everything is going to be okay now. It matters not if you know her just that you make her feel better and stop her need to cry.
If a lady is among her friends and feels the need to cry then at least one of her friends will do exactly what the male instinct dictates and she will give her a caring hug or more likely you will witness the true meaning of a “Group Hug”.
Imagine this for a moment, it’s the last few seconds of the Superbowl, the guys are yelling and screaming at the poor television (Cause we all know what we say to the TV matters to the game), the kick sails through the uprights as the seconds tick off the clock and you watch your team lose. At that moment you start to cry uncontrollably, your body shakes, and you can barely speak or even catch your breath. Do the guys (or gals) watching come over and give you hug, tell you it’s going to be okay and there is always next year? I think not. Best case scenario is one of the gals in the room will eventually take pity on the guy and tell the rest of them to “Leave him alone” although she will keep her distance as she makes this proclamation. That’s just not what she meant when she said she wanted a guy to be able to communicate his feelings.
Isn’t it amazing how two human beings of different genders can have such different views on something as simple as a tear?
When one throws in the Italian factor the phenomenon becomes even more fascinating. The stereo typical Italian man (As described by the mother above) is passionate, puts his woman on a pedestal, and is a man’s man. Yet he is not to be trusted because he is also uncaring, aloof, egotistical and a perfect candidate to cheat on a loved one.
Of all the things I learned from my family of what not to do, I don’t know that I ever really realized how important not crying seemed to be to me. I’ve noticed it as I’ve grown older, watching a great movie, seeing a moving experience, or even watching TV. There is this overwhelming feeling of emotion that you feel in your heart, it rushes up your body until it hits your tear ducts. The second you feel your eyes water you put your hand to your face, get up and leave the room, or look around you to be sure nobody notices. No matter what the situation nobody is to see you actually cry.
I wonder sometimes if this uncontrollable need to withhold the emotion of a simple cry has affected my life, the life of other men, and the lives of the people we care most about. Would we be better or worse if allowed to shake and cry uncontrollably? Is this the reason men have a shorter life span?
I have news for you all, men do cry, they feel, they hurt, they shake uncontrollably and the dog runs for cover in fear of being hugged to death. What we don’t do is ever admit it or let you see it happen.
Because we all know, men don’t cry.
Have thoughts on this? Leave a comment I’ll be sure to give you an opinion!!
It’s even more amazing with this Italian heritage thing I grew up with. I remember being told by a certain young lady’s mom one time (as I was meeting her daughter) how she had warned her daughter never to get involved with an Italian man. Lucky for me she included many reasons why she felt as she did. Unlucky for me, the young lady I cared so much about sat and listened to everything her mom had to tell me. I know her daughter knew I was Italian but I wouldn’t swear if her mom did and was just letting me know to stay away. She may have just spoken what she believed without regard to whom I was or how I felt.
Growing up in a strict Italian family was quite a learning experience. I watched mostly as a young man, I was never really one to be told what to do. I know, what a surprise right? I took in the heritage I was born with, observed what it was all about.
The interesting part was the things I learned. About fifty percent of it was how to behave in later life and the other was how not to. I learned so many lessons, so many things. Although I was always able to separate the good and what needed to be applied as I took my life’s journey from the behavior completely unacceptable. (I promised myself never to be so much of this heritage when I grew up). The one thing I was always told and seemed to have adopted was “Italian men don’t cry”.
Forgetting about the whole Italian thing, the entire concept of men crying I’ve always found fascinating. When asked, most ladies will tell you that the perfect man will be strong, able to take care of and protect them, yet in touch with his feelings, able to express himself and willing to share or communicate how he really feels. Yet the first time a man breaks into tears in front of his gal he is looked at as weak and unable to protect her. (Admit it ladies, you hate to see your man cry)
A lady is allowed to cry when she’s joyous, happy, or thrilled, she will also cry when she’s heartbroken, sad, or feels a loss. In fact she can cry for what most men will feel is no reason at all. When the crying starts for a guy the instinct is to grab her in your arms, hold her tight, and assure her everything is going to be okay now. It matters not if you know her just that you make her feel better and stop her need to cry.
If a lady is among her friends and feels the need to cry then at least one of her friends will do exactly what the male instinct dictates and she will give her a caring hug or more likely you will witness the true meaning of a “Group Hug”.
Imagine this for a moment, it’s the last few seconds of the Superbowl, the guys are yelling and screaming at the poor television (Cause we all know what we say to the TV matters to the game), the kick sails through the uprights as the seconds tick off the clock and you watch your team lose. At that moment you start to cry uncontrollably, your body shakes, and you can barely speak or even catch your breath. Do the guys (or gals) watching come over and give you hug, tell you it’s going to be okay and there is always next year? I think not. Best case scenario is one of the gals in the room will eventually take pity on the guy and tell the rest of them to “Leave him alone” although she will keep her distance as she makes this proclamation. That’s just not what she meant when she said she wanted a guy to be able to communicate his feelings.
Isn’t it amazing how two human beings of different genders can have such different views on something as simple as a tear?
When one throws in the Italian factor the phenomenon becomes even more fascinating. The stereo typical Italian man (As described by the mother above) is passionate, puts his woman on a pedestal, and is a man’s man. Yet he is not to be trusted because he is also uncaring, aloof, egotistical and a perfect candidate to cheat on a loved one.
Of all the things I learned from my family of what not to do, I don’t know that I ever really realized how important not crying seemed to be to me. I’ve noticed it as I’ve grown older, watching a great movie, seeing a moving experience, or even watching TV. There is this overwhelming feeling of emotion that you feel in your heart, it rushes up your body until it hits your tear ducts. The second you feel your eyes water you put your hand to your face, get up and leave the room, or look around you to be sure nobody notices. No matter what the situation nobody is to see you actually cry.
I wonder sometimes if this uncontrollable need to withhold the emotion of a simple cry has affected my life, the life of other men, and the lives of the people we care most about. Would we be better or worse if allowed to shake and cry uncontrollably? Is this the reason men have a shorter life span?
I have news for you all, men do cry, they feel, they hurt, they shake uncontrollably and the dog runs for cover in fear of being hugged to death. What we don’t do is ever admit it or let you see it happen.
Because we all know, men don’t cry.
Have thoughts on this? Leave a comment I’ll be sure to give you an opinion!!
STAMP CAMPAIGN NOW ON FACEBOOK!! PLEASE SUPPORT!!
Join the SAM PHILLIPS U.S. STAMP CAMPAIGN group on Facebook! Look me up 1samphillipsmusicfan
You will find the Campaign listed in 'Groups' that I am a member of. Since I set this group up last night, I am almost at 50 members. If I can get 50 member per day up until July 30th 2010..the 7th anniversary of Sam' death, that will automatically be 4,400 supporters for Sam!!!!!! So that's 88 days to go and counting!!!!
I have been working so darn hard since the beginning of 2007 to make sure Sam is recognized with a US stamp. If it weren't for him would there be an Elvis? Johnny Cash? Jerry Lee Lewis? Roy Orbision? Carl Perkins? or a BB King? as we know and will enjoy for years to come??????
This stamp is not only a tribute to the man himself, but to all the artists that stepped inside Memphis Recording Service (SUN Records), the music, the artists of today who were influenced by these great men and of course YOU the FANS!!! Please help out. If you are a Facebooker, become a member of the Campaign's group! Then if you haven't signed the online petition, go ahead and do that....it wont take more than 2 minutes of your time!!! A direct link is there on the site.
On behalf of the family, we appreciate all the support from the Fans thus far.
Liz Scott,
Coordinator Sam Phillips US Stamp Campaign
You will find the Campaign listed in 'Groups' that I am a member of. Since I set this group up last night, I am almost at 50 members. If I can get 50 member per day up until July 30th 2010..the 7th anniversary of Sam' death, that will automatically be 4,400 supporters for Sam!!!!!! So that's 88 days to go and counting!!!!
I have been working so darn hard since the beginning of 2007 to make sure Sam is recognized with a US stamp. If it weren't for him would there be an Elvis? Johnny Cash? Jerry Lee Lewis? Roy Orbision? Carl Perkins? or a BB King? as we know and will enjoy for years to come??????
This stamp is not only a tribute to the man himself, but to all the artists that stepped inside Memphis Recording Service (SUN Records), the music, the artists of today who were influenced by these great men and of course YOU the FANS!!! Please help out. If you are a Facebooker, become a member of the Campaign's group! Then if you haven't signed the online petition, go ahead and do that....it wont take more than 2 minutes of your time!!! A direct link is there on the site.
On behalf of the family, we appreciate all the support from the Fans thus far.
Liz Scott,
Coordinator Sam Phillips US Stamp Campaign
Starting Over; Goodbye is Never Easy
An original poem by me....Liz Scott
Writing is one of the ways I use as an outlet of expressing my feelings, what is in my heart, my joys and sorrows. It has always helped me with the process for closure when I need it. Thank you Jesus for my writing abilities and the creative ways that I use my writing to express myself.
I am thankful for all the people in my life now and those in my past. To everyone we meet, we don't really know if this is a temporary relationship or one that will last until something happens to give us a clue. With every relationship there are lessons to be learned between both people. There is also happiness and pain.
This weekend I have been doing some much needed housekeeping in my life. I am not and will not bring any clutter, dust and stuff in my life now that may try to hinder me from the happiness I have worked so hard for and that I do deserve. I have come a long ways with my health recovery and the other 'junk' I have been dealing with for years.
It's time for me to move on, and I know I can because Jesus is with me every step, every second and every day. I also have wonderful friends who are good to me, pray for me, wont shut the door on me and do support me, even when I don't make any sense at all. I don't deserve table scraps and will not except it as 'ok' anymore.
Goodbye is never easy, but sometimes something we have to do.
I AM LIZ!! I AM BEAUTIFUL!! I AM WORTHY!! I AM IMPORTANT!!
~~In God's Love, Liz~~
I have a heart of gold; a beautiful soul
I have a mind; knowledge is key
I am a woman who is out to achieve my goals
I am a woman who has broken free
I have feelings; I enjoy to laugh, but I do cry
That's ok because God made me that way
I am compassionate, fun and loving life
I am a go-getter, brave, strong, loyal & kind
Please don't hurt me, but if you do
I am loved by many who genuinely care
Just know that God is taking notes on you
I am just me; to be something I'm not I don't dare
Stay true to yourself is what I believe
Don't be influenced by the world & unGodly people
To become someone God doesn't want you to be
It saddens my heart when people I love hide behind the church steeple
I am a woman who deserves love, consideration and respect too
I'm ok, it's in God's Hands, this is the way it has to be
I wish you no pain nor any kind of harm to you
It's time I mosey on, God has big plans waiting for me
Liz is finished with the past, embracing the present and looking forward to the future. God has taken the lead; He needs no help doing it. Like the sparrow, He is ALWAYS watching over me.
Writing is one of the ways I use as an outlet of expressing my feelings, what is in my heart, my joys and sorrows. It has always helped me with the process for closure when I need it. Thank you Jesus for my writing abilities and the creative ways that I use my writing to express myself.
I am thankful for all the people in my life now and those in my past. To everyone we meet, we don't really know if this is a temporary relationship or one that will last until something happens to give us a clue. With every relationship there are lessons to be learned between both people. There is also happiness and pain.
This weekend I have been doing some much needed housekeeping in my life. I am not and will not bring any clutter, dust and stuff in my life now that may try to hinder me from the happiness I have worked so hard for and that I do deserve. I have come a long ways with my health recovery and the other 'junk' I have been dealing with for years.
It's time for me to move on, and I know I can because Jesus is with me every step, every second and every day. I also have wonderful friends who are good to me, pray for me, wont shut the door on me and do support me, even when I don't make any sense at all. I don't deserve table scraps and will not except it as 'ok' anymore.
Goodbye is never easy, but sometimes something we have to do.
I AM LIZ!! I AM BEAUTIFUL!! I AM WORTHY!! I AM IMPORTANT!!
~~In God's Love, Liz~~
I have a heart of gold; a beautiful soul
I have a mind; knowledge is key
I am a woman who is out to achieve my goals
I am a woman who has broken free
I have feelings; I enjoy to laugh, but I do cry
That's ok because God made me that way
I am compassionate, fun and loving life
I am a go-getter, brave, strong, loyal & kind
Please don't hurt me, but if you do
I am loved by many who genuinely care
Just know that God is taking notes on you
I am just me; to be something I'm not I don't dare
Stay true to yourself is what I believe
Don't be influenced by the world & unGodly people
To become someone God doesn't want you to be
It saddens my heart when people I love hide behind the church steeple
I am a woman who deserves love, consideration and respect too
I'm ok, it's in God's Hands, this is the way it has to be
I wish you no pain nor any kind of harm to you
It's time I mosey on, God has big plans waiting for me
Liz is finished with the past, embracing the present and looking forward to the future. God has taken the lead; He needs no help doing it. Like the sparrow, He is ALWAYS watching over me.
A Reason, A Season, A Lifetime
People come into our life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When we know which one it is, we will know what to do for that person.
When someone is in our life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need we have expressed. They have come to assist us through a difficulty, to provide us with guidance and support, to aid us physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason we need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on our part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force us to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.
Some people come into our life for a SEASON, because our turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring us an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach us something we have never done. They usually give us an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.!
LIFETIME relationships teach us lifetime lessons, things we must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Our job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.
When someone is in our life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need we have expressed. They have come to assist us through a difficulty, to provide us with guidance and support, to aid us physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason we need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on our part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force us to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.
Some people come into our life for a SEASON, because our turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring us an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach us something we have never done. They usually give us an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.!
LIFETIME relationships teach us lifetime lessons, things we must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Our job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.
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