Today I have the pleasure of writing for my friend, Lindsey Smallwood. I wrote this over a year ago, as we prepared for our move to Maryland. I’m happy to say I’ve learned my lesson, but it did take a while. We’re all a work in progress…
You can read the post here, at Lindsey’s excellent blog.
(Graphic by Lindsey Smallwood)
Once upon a time, I was young.
I thought all the admonishments, advice, and wisdom of my elders would not apply to my life, and I shook off their words.
I believed but didn’t always live prayerfully.
I thought through things as wisely as I could, often better than most, but youth does have its shortcomings.
I got my first tattoo when I was fifteen. A friend performed the task, in my living room, using a hollowed Bic pen, thread, India ink and a guitar string. I was in a band then (Christian punk), and each member got the same x-eyed smiley face to commemorate our commitment to one another.
Click here to read the rest of today’s post over at my friend Bronwyn’s site. I know she’d love to have you.