Sometimes we forget what it’s like for women around the world. Women who do not have one equal right. Who are not treated as people, but property. Who are told they cannot have or share their own thoughts. This is a reality.
Yet here in the United States we have had women who have paved and are still paving the way. 🇺🇸
Is there any better place to be than your hairstylist’s chair? I am grateful for the conversation and friendship that I’ve found there. ♥️💇♀️♥️
Happy Monday Friends! A new day, a new week! 
“Preach the Gospel at all times, when necessary use words.” – Francis of Assisi
Some days you’re her, some days her friend. 🍏
Winsome words spoken at just the right time are as appealing as apples gilded in gold and surrounded with silver. Proverbs 25:11 TPT
Something musical happens when a cook is in her kitchen. When she takes the time to feed people with love and care. 🍲
She arises and sets food upon the table for hungry ones in her house and for others. Proverbs 31:15 TPT
Thankfully there are those who are quietly loving and serving. Walking out the heart of Christ to those around them. Grateful to know this one. 😇
‘For when you saw me hungry, you fed me. When you found me thirsty, you gave me something to drink. When I had no place to stay, you invited me in, and when I was poorly clothed, you covered me. When I was sick, you tenderly cared for me, and when I was in prison you visited me.’ Matthew 25:35-36
The reason for this poetry series ‘Salt of the Earth’ is to help us open our eyes to see all of the women around us. Women who are living lives that may not look like ours, that we can see, it takes all of us to make this world go ’round. May we see God’s gifts within one another. 
I am not much of a maker, accept for food. I can make it work in the kitchen! I have watched this younger woman make over the years. I have a beautiful crochet piece made by her. I think of her when I wrap it around my shoulders in the winter. What a life of wonder she has created for her family. 
The most unseen, under appreciated are those that are giving care, be it their child, their spouse, their parent. My eyes were opened this week to a woman who was being crushed under the weight of it. May we be the ones friends, who say, “Here am I” With a meal, with a helping hand, with a visit of respite, with connections that could help. 
