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Weekend Getaway

Tis the weekend for love, so spend some time sharing just how much you love — not just your Valentine —  but all the important people in your life.  Today’s post is my Valentine to you, my faithful readers.

Ponder this about real romance . . .

VDay Quote

 

Mull over these blogs by Ann Voskamp sharing the truth about real love . . .

How Real People Make Shades of Real Love

How to Make a Marriage Better than 1000 Love Songs

 

Turn up the volume . . .

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Looking for a soundtrack to go along with this love weekend. Check out Dave Barnes new CD Hymns for Her.  It’s been on replay at the house and I love the real-life lyrics about real-life love not just the Happily-Ever-After stuff of fairy tales.

 

 

Linger in laughter . . .

Nothing makes life with your Valentine sweeter than sharing a little laughter.  Not only is Dave Barnes an amazing singer/songwriter, but he is absolutely hysterical.  Check out his videos promoting the new CD.  I’ve laughed together with everyone in the family – and watched them more than once!

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Cook up some sweet love (in the kitchen) . . .

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Finally, meditate on this . . .

Love Verse

Home is Where My People Are

Wednesday Reads Wide512EEPMJmVL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_I can’t tell you how embarrassing it is to have your hair stylist offer you a tissue while you sit in her chair – not because she’s hurting your scalp but because you’ve gotten so caught up in a book that the tears flow involuntarily. But ya’ll, I just couldn’t help myself!

Sophie Hudson’s new book Home is Where My People Are: The Roads that Lead Us to Where We Belong is funny, touching, and unexpectedly soul-stirring. Sophie takes the reader on a journey from a Mississippi childhood to adult life in Birmingham, Alabama. With a truly Southern flair, this memoir chronicles not just life’s eventful moments but highlights the people who walked the journey with her.

I loved this book for several reasons. First, I laughed – a lot! Sophie’s discussion of poor clothing choices sent me into giggles. As a 20-something in the 90’s, I can recall having every appalling outfit she describes in my closet. Even better is when Sophie shares stories of her first years as a teacher and the chaos and uncertainty she faced every day. O how I related!

One of my favorite chapters is “Seventeen Helpful Terms for the Formerly Wayward and/or Semi-prodigal Who Decides to Go to Church Again.” Those of us who have grown-up in church will so relate to these churchisms that the new Christian doesn’t really get. Her definitions of “hedge of protection,” “small group,” and “season” had me rolling my eyes and laughing in agreement.

Amidst the chuckles, there were several moments when I requested another tissue from my stylist. The book brims with tucked away sentences that bring the big truths of life into focus. The reality of each one brings to mind how that truth is evident in your own life. I’ve moved around a good bit (much like Sophie did) and left “my people” behind in another state. When she speaks of being vividly aware “of a profound feeling of familiarity – a confidence in being known by the people who belong to a place,” the tears flowed. I was overcome with an urge to pick up the phone and call those who truly “know” me yet still love me.

The ultimate tear-fest came when Sophie tells of the tragedy that befalls her tight-knit group of college friends. My heart hurt as if I was a part of those women. She has such a wonderful way of pulling you in a making you love “her people” too. The Kleenex will need to be your companion during this chapter.

Overall, Home is Where My People Are brought me joy. Its Southern style (there’s a million ya’lls) made me feel right at home. So grab yourself a sweet tea and enjoy a few moments meeting Sophie’s people and remembering your own. Happy reading, ya’ll!