Kickball Lesson

I have probably told this story a 1 million times, so here goes a 1,000,001. I remember hating kickball at school. It was time to pick teams and my heart would feel like it would come out of my chest. Now I played kickball often at home and I was really fast and I could kick really hard. However, I wasn’t biggest kid in school and I definitely wasn’t the most popular and and super quiet. So most the time I was the last kid picked for most sports.

This made me feel insecure and I would honestly hide in the woods, when I heard we would be playing kickball for recess. I hated the dreaded feeling of being picked last. But here’s what I have learned;

Not everyone is going to cheer you on, but remember God didn’t place you there for a pep rally, but for a purpose. So get on with it.

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Hi, I am Lisa. I am learning every day how to love up on this beautiful gift of living, cherishing each moment as it comes. Especially because at 38 I was dying, and now I am 55 years old, I have gained a deeper appreciation for life’s simple pleasures. I’m married to my wonderful husband of 30 years, who not only supports me through thick and thin but has also selflessly served as my kidney donor, a true testament to his love and commitment. Together, we have raised two incredible kids, aged 38 and 25, and I delight in watching them thrive. Our family has expanded beautifully with two grandkids who fill our lives with joy, a lovely daughter-in-law who has seamlessly joined our family, and a grand fur baby who adds warmth to our home. Here you will find life, food, and how I set the table with love for myself, my friends, and my family, creating cherished memories around meals that go beyond nourishment. I hope it inspires you to love up on your life a bit more and encourage you to surround your table with love, laughter, and the people you hold dear. We get one go at this precious journey, so let’s make it something deliciously beautiful, savoring each bite along the way. Thanks for stopping by; your presence adds to the warmth of this shared experience.

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