Tea Bag wisdom

My mom and I have this thing. I think it may have started in 8th grade when we were extremely poor and one of the only things we had a plethora of to eat for a couple of weeks was an 8-10 variety pack of tea we had gotten for Christmas.  not positive though


well anyhow we always read and alot of times save the tea bag wisdom. you've seen it before you just don't know it, certain brands have little inspirational  quotes on the little tag you pull the tea bag out with, kinda like fortune cookies but better.


well for my birthday she sent me a bunch that she had saved for me and it made me smile, happy memories and such. I had to toss them when we moved because i just had no way of keeping them.


today I am sick and made a cup of tea and the brand i have has no such wisdom to impart on me. made me sad a little because Ive been on my death bed since yesterday (ok maybe thats the fever making me a drama queen) and I was needing a small pick me up.


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a prayerful quandary

Ok I was told a few weeks ago to let many things go. one of them being the pain caused by my dad

I was working yesterday and I was stocking the men's shaving products and stumbled upon some Gillette shave gel. I decided I wanted to know what it smelled like to see if its something David may want.

it smelled like my dad.

now he has had a beard my entire life so I don't think he's ever used Gillette shaving gel on a regular basis, it must of been something else of that brand that he used. deodorant maybe.

i guess it doesn't really matter.

in the middle of work though it sent my brain reeling. back to 3 Wednesdays ago when I was told to let go.

my question is this. what is that supposed to look like?

am I supposed to let go of my desire for reconciliation? or am I supposed to reconcile in order to let go?

a prayerful quandary indeed.