(Picture taken at my sister-in-law's house - so cute!)
This month I learned:
Our insurance company works with another to administer parts of our insurance plan. The company they work with is Premera Blue Cross who was the target of "a sophisticated cyber-attack". In other words, both my husband's and my social security numbers and birth dates could be floating around who knows where. Boo. I love many aspects of technology but unfortunately this is not one of them.
It is quite possible to miss shaving large portions of your legs on more than one occasion (which is always discovered AFTER showering) due to the many thoughts swirling in my head during said showering sessions. Am I the only one who does some of their deepest thinking inside the shower?
Seeing the little seedlings emerge once again in the greenhouse and garden make me want to do a happy dance. No matter how many times I plant seeds I always have some doubts about them actually coming up and when they do - well, it feels like a little miracle all over again.
There is no shortage of hurting and broken people affected by disaster (natural and man-made) to bring us to our knees in prayer for. (Earthquake in Nepal, tornadoes in the south, volcano eruption in Chile, as well as pain, fear and unrest in Baltimore and beyond.)
I have not outgrown my ability to become car sick. My mom, my daughter and I made a trip up to see my sister's new house and have lunch out. It is about an hour and a half away with beautiful scenery along the canal that winds along a very winding road. I sat in the back on the way home and it wasn't pretty.
Apparently I have been missing out on the health benefits of pink Himalayan salt by using regular table salt and or sea salt. I have read several articles that say as much. We do, however, have a Himalayan salt lamp in the bedroom. It is supposed to help with air quality (it is left on low even during the day) and gives a really soft glow at night. I am wondering if I should give it a little lick as I pass by...
No matter how crazy life is, and it can get really crazy, God is right there beside me in the midst of it all. He has a plan and a purpose for my life and holding fast to his promises makes it possible to navigate the rough waters.
I read (Robyn, is this true?!) that in French you don't say, "I miss you" when you are telling someone they are missed. You say, "Tu me manques", the literal translation meaning "you are missing from me". Sigh...yet another reason to adore the French language.
Linking up today with Emily at Chatting at the Sky for What I learned in April.
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