A new kitchen, a new bathroom, a new den, a new school, and a new church…I could go on and on. When I look back over the years, since I’ve been married and had children, there have been so many changes. But when I look close, when I really examine how all these “new” things came about, it seems each one started as some sort of catastrophe, disaster or terribly tragic situation. At least that’s the way it seemed at the time. Go with me here for a moment, I promise not to document all of them in detail.
Our first remodel was the result of a slow leak under our tub. As happy new homeowners we had no idea the water wasn’t draining out, but seeping between the floor and the tiny little ceramic tiles. By the time we discovered the problem it was too late. The insurance company refused to pay for it, and the repairs were going to cost us thousands of dollars we didn’t really have to spend. It was a real stressful time that only intensified when the contractor took a full YEAR to repair ONE bathroom. When it was finally finished, the contractor’s work didn’t comply with company standards, so after an inspection, our money was refunded. I’m serious, every penny back in the bank.
A sagging roofline and collapsing floors forced us into our 2nd remodel. This time it was our kitchen. Although we were more remodel savvy, we still weren’t prepared for all the things that went wrong. The day after the new contractor told us it was going to cost much more than we ever imagined, someone sent us a check to cover the expenses. I know, it sounds unbelievable, but it’s true.
-A late night lightning strike that set our house on fire sealed the deal on a new den.
-A school that shut down abruptly left us in limbo but sent us searching for the school God had selected.
-A church that split, not once but twice, turned us toward the wonderful place where we worship now.
Every situation found us in fear, frustration, anger, tears and turmoil. But each obstacle left us better prepared to persevere.
We’re obviously not “home free” because the journey continues.
We’re now being tested by new trials. I’d like to say we are champions of James 1:2 and consider it all joy, but that wouldn’t necessarily be true. We do laugh, in between the latest thing to go wrong, and the mini-meltdowns that come as a result of having no control. And we press on.
Yesterday, as I was admiring the beautiful autumn leaves, it occurred to me that they have to die in order to make way for all things new. And each time we go through something trying, something tough, something we would rather not experience, we die a little more to ourselves and are forced to rely more faithfully on the hand of God.
It all sounds sort of simple in a way…something broke…we got it fixed…it all turned out better. But I’m looking back over 17 years and I can tell you it wasn’t simple, it wasn’t easy and, at times, we saw no end in sight.
So, wherever we are headed now, whatever God has planned, as hard as it is to sit still and not try to orchestrate our own solutions, He already has it figured out. He’s told us not to worry and not to fear. I need reminding every day, sometimes every hour, often times once or twice a minute.
In Lamentations, it says each morning His mercies begin anew.
Where are you right now in your journey?
Can you look back and see how God worked things out?
Are you so covered up that you feel your faith is faltering?
Each time God brings me through, I think I will never doubt Him again.
But, then, a new challenge arises, and the battle begins again.
I’ve read the end of the Book,
I know He wins,
but the battle is still very real.
“I will remain confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.
Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.”
One of the cutest girls I have ever seen was sitting across the table from me in the coffee shop. Her blue eyes sparkled, as short blond curls bounced around in the sunlight beaming through a wall of windows. We had just met and I was there to mentor her. Funny, I still feel like I need someone to show me the way. But, I guess I am one of those “older” women described in the New Testament book of Titus…shocking as it may sound to my entire system.
So… we have a couple of hours of wonderful conversation, hug each other, agree to meet again and off we go. I head to the library, boot up my computer and promptly Google this sweet little girl’s name. If I had known what was about to pop up when I was sitting across from her, it might have changed the entire meeting. But, as it was, her kind, sweet, humble spirit made an impression before I ever saw a video of her being crowned a beauty queen!
We had just had one of those mother/daughter type talks about how “nothing is ever as it appears” and here I am watching her walk the runway with that incredible crown of jewels and the big bouquet of roses. I was so impressed…not that she had won a competition of that magnitude… but that I had just spent two hours with her and had no idea.
Fast forward a few weeks and we meet again for a walk and talk. We cover every subject from the puppy she’s trying to train, to when it might be a good idea for her to think about having a baby. Right before we make it back to our cars, we touch on the topic of Facebook.
Now, there’s almost 25 years difference in our ages, yet we each confess to feeling the same way. Sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, after looking at all that is going on with the hundreds of Facebook friends, we feel a little down, a little discouraged, slightly depressed.
There are photos of big homes, new cars and exotic vacations. Even though we both know better, we sometimes compare ourselves with all that we see. It might make sense for a 51-year-old woman to do that, but a 20-something beauty queen? Really?
What’s happening in her life is that she’s trying to live modestly in order to remain debt free. When she sees high school and college friends buying big beautiful houses, accepting that next grand promotion or traveling to Hawaii… well, it makes her question where she is in her life.
I typically just covet the travel photos and waste away an entire afternoon living vicariously through whichever FB friend is off on a great adventure.
It’s not that we’re not happy for them; it just makes us question ourselves. Come on, you know you do it too. It might not be Facebook, but somewhere in your life you’re looking at someone else and thinking they’re bragging. And, of course, they are. If it were you, it would only be sharing.
So, I started thinking. If Facebook, or any other similar website, has the power to work against us…how can we come up higher and make it work for us? These are just a few thoughts.
NOTE TO SELF:
-Boast only when boasting in the Lord
-Never use “What’s on your mind” to be a pessimistic, negative, buzz kill.
-Consider other people’s feelings when posting. Not everyone reads with the same inflection.
And, just as I learned from the young woman I was supposed to be teaching…
-Never cast any light in my own direction.
Light should only reflect off of us and on to the
One who is the
Giver of ALL Good Things!
Since back in the Old Testament books of Genesis, when one brick was laid upon another to begin building the Tower of Babel, we have all wanted to be “somebody.” And there is absolutely nothing wrong with fame, money or success, as long as we don’t lose sight of the Source.
Now, don’t get me wrong and think I’m getting all self-righteous and holier than thou, or climbing up on my goody two shoes soap box. A quick scan of my Facebook Timeline would show more than a few “Hey Look At Me” postings. And if you asked the former Miss America contestant, she would probably tell you I gave her an entire resume of my accomplishments the morning we met. But I’m just wondering if I can start using Facebook for the good of others rather than feeling like it lures me into an enemy trap?
KeziahCarrie may not be the most memorable of website monikers, but when I was mulling over all the practical possibilities, it’s the one that seemed to have the most meaning and set the right mood for what I thought God might want me to say.
During the mental competition that ensued, KeziahCarrie was deadlocked with Front Porch Swing, and every now and then I second guess myself and wonder if FPS might have made more sense than KC. I’m a woman who contemplates things. I analyze them. I pick them apart. I weigh the pros and cons. I decide. Then I unravel the decision and start asking opinions. When other people weigh in, sometimes I listen and sometimes I’ve already decided, and I’m just searching for validation. I sort of wear myself out.
It’s the same type of thing that happens to a lot of WordPress writers when we start looking at stats. Those are the daily/weekly/monthly/yearly numbers that tell us if anyone is reading what we’re writing…where they are in the world…what posts they preferred and whether they cared enough to click on the “subscribe button” and come back. The stats can blow your mind in a moment, make your day and send you away walking ten feet tall… OR… they can leave you dumbfounded and doubting, teetering on the edge of depression and despair. Such is the POWER of stats. You try not to look and then you glance up and see the Stats button and you start to click on it, and then you don’t, and then you do.
It’s a mountain I don’t intend to travel around for the next 40 years. I see that sneaky snake. And I remember the song we sang in Vacation Bible School. Be careful little eyes what you see! 🙂 So, I cast my glance away from the numbers to the real reason many women have joined us here at www.keziahcarrie.com. It’s the Search Engine Terms. A column of information guaranteed to lift spirits, make you laugh and remind even a doubting Thomas that God has a sense of humor, and can send you straight to any website even if it has a strange name.
Beautiful big houses…kayak woman…if I had the wings of an angel in prison walls have all landed women on this page. My sister’s smelly socks…. world’s most smelliest socks… and my son’s personal favorite… deadly smelly socks…may have sent some men to this site. I’m not pulling your leg or blogging about the pastor; KeziahCarrie popped up, as a possible answer, for those Binging, Googling or Yahooing their way through these words. How do you draw a guitar…stand in the rain…or make an angry face in the darkness?Happy people talking…God dreamed you…and my personal favorite…handshake in front of the Christmas tree.
A donkey drinking oil painting may or may not be better than a gift wrapped in moneybut little things matter so reap investment in the long run. There’s a time image,life memoriesand oddly enough someone beating donkey.
Readers have searched their way here from Egypt, Italy, Australia, Indonesia, Spain, Germany, South Africa, Columbia, Trinidad, Canada, Singapore, Sweden, Jordan, the Philippines, Paraguay and some other places I need to Google. I guess all writers dream of a mob mentality on their out day download.
The Search Engine Terms surely documented to ease my wondering mind… two hits for front porch swing… but many more for KeziahCarrie! 🙂
God is good, God is fun, God loves laughter and whether you believe it or not, He works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose… even if He has to use majestic white horses calling on a rotary wall phone.
“A joyful heart is good medicine…”
“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.”
When I was growing up, my mother and grandmother ironed everything. They would take their ironing board to the living room, change the setting on the flimsy metal legs so the board was waist-high, then sit down while they ironed, so they could watch their “stories.” Ironing was a thankless hot job, but at least they got to see who had checked into General Hospital or who was following the Guiding Light.
I swore off of soap operas years ago when my son told his teacher I watched them “all day long!” The only one I really kept up with was TheYoung and the Restless, and I only watched it because it came on at lunchtime. But if my child thought it was excessive, it was time to stop. So I stopped watching, but I kept ironing.
I also iron everything. Most of my friends think I’m crazy, but it hasn’t kept me from creasing my son’s school khakis or pressing my husband’s pants. I even iron t-shirts, shorts and blue jeans.
Wrinkle free clothing just looks nice. It makes you feel good. It’s attention to detail in a ratty old world.
It would be nice if we could just iron out all the wrinkles in our relationships. I’m a fan of acting like nothing ever happened when it comes to mending the messes that I make and it works really well if the other person also prefers that plan. But sometimes we have to put more effort into it, make up for what we did or said, and then try to move on. Sometimes we have to push past our own prejudices and refuse to fall into that old trap of thinking someone else’s sin is worse than our own.
When Jesus was asked, “Teacher, which is the great commandment in the Law?”He answered, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’This is the first and greatest commandment.And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” He didn’t say some of the law and the prophets hang on those two commandments, he said ALL of them do.
What if we could iron out the differences between Republicans and Democrats, men and women, heterosexuals and homosexuals, Apple and Dell? 🙂 What if, as women, we were the first to quit pointing fingers at each other, to quit judging each other by some sin scale we were taught as children, to open our hearts and minds and really believe that ALL the commandments hang on the two Jesus cited? We can’t condemn, we can’t judge, we can’t hate the other woman’s hair, dress or make-up if we are loving others as we do ourselves. It doesn’t matter what we think of abortion, gay rights, paper or plastic. Love is the bottom line. We can love someone solely because they were made in God’s image or, better yet, because He told us to. It doesn’t mean we have to invite them over for Sunday brunch. 🙂
We’re all in this together. Even in the Garden of Eden where Adam blamed Eve and Eve blamed the Serpent and everybody was judging everybody else for what each one had done wrong, they were still in it together. They had to learn to live together. They had to overcome the blame game and who did what to whom or whose sin was worse than the other and they had to learn to love again. As the World Turns wouldn’t have worked any other way. They just had to iron it out. 🙂
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The cell phone rang when I was half way across town running a routine errand. “Our cousin is moving to Florida and he has two horses he wants to give away,” my aunt announced. “He’s had offers, but he wants someone who will love them.”
My heart pounded. My mind raced. And then just as quickly, I reasoned my way back to reality.
“I don’t have a place to keep one horse,” I told her. “I sure don’t have a place to keep two.”
“Well then, find one,” she said matter-of-factly. “And you’ll need to do it soon. He’s already leased his land and needs to find a home for them by Saturday.”
It was Monday.
We hung up and I did what I always do when I don’t know what to do. I called my husband and blurted out all she had said.
“Go slow,” he warned. “This could be God.”
I had been praying for a horse for over 30 years. I was so passionate and so determined to have one, I was even able to convince my “city husband” to buy a house out in the country. I had spent the last year praying for a very specific horse I really couldn’t afford.
“But God knows I want an Appaloosa,” I whined.
“Well,” my husband responded, “Do you want what you want? Or do you want what God wants for you?”
“I WANT WHAT I WANT,” I said, somewhere between laughter and tears.
“Then the best way to know if it’s God,” my husband encouraged, “is to take it one step at a time and see where the road leads.”
The fact that he didn’t think we were all crazy was the first step.
Monday night I called a stable close to our home. It was full. I called two other places. No response.
While all this was going on, my uncle had passed away, and we were preparing to leave town. I had no idea where this cousin lived so I called to tell him we might not be able to come see the horses. He told me he only lived about five minutes from the funeral home and if worked out for us, we could stop by after the visitation. On the way there, we joked that they were probably going to be run down old farm nags, and we would have to politely decline. Of course, they were beautiful, healthy and happy to see us.
When I REALLY don’t know what to do, I ask my dad. He almost always gives me his opinion. So I ran to him. He just laughed, hugged me and said it was up to me.
But it was starting to feel a lot like God.
We came home Wednesday night after the funeral and I called the stable again. Despite being full on Monday, they now had two openings. It was even less expensive than I had imagined. The horses would need tests and shots. And this process, I was told, usually takes a week or more.
Thursday morning, a veterinarian agreed to see them and return the tests in 24 hours.
We still needed a saddle because, no matter how pretty the horses were, I couldn’t bring them home without riding first. I found a used saddle online but it was in another town. I called my husband again. No problem. It just so happened, he was scheduled to do a presentation for work that afternoon, just a few miles away from where the people were selling the saddle. I think I knew, before we saw it, that the saddle would be perfect. It even cost hundreds less than it was worth.
There was still one thing I hadn’t thought much about… how to get the horses home. Three people had told me they would be available with a trailer if this day ever came. But none of them could do it.
Little did I know, my stepmother was already online looking and had sent an email, earlier in the week, that for some strange reason I hadn’t seen. It had the phone number of a man with a brand new horse trailer for rent, and it was on the way between our house and the horses.
I had no control over anything that was happening and yet everything was in control. It even seemed as if each detail had been meticulously planned out in advance.
We got up early Saturday morning, stopped for a few horse supplies (one of the greatest shopping sprees ever) and off I went with the three most important men in my life…my husband, my son and my dad. We took pictures every step of the way and we’ve told the story many times. I share it with you now, because I am reminded, God wants to give us the desires of our hearts. He sees us. He knows us. And even after 30 years of praying, some days begging, some days crying, never really understanding why I couldn’t have something I wanted so desperately, God had planned double for my trouble. I wanted one horse, he gave me two. His timing was perfect. The stars were aligned and we were ready. While I didn’t get an Appaloosa, we did get a Palomino, the horse my husband had dreamed of owning when he was a boy.
Their names are Star and Judah. It’s been one year since they joined our family and it is still so surreal. Some days I just shout toward heaven, “Oh God, you gave me horses!!” Because it is true, good things happen over time, but GREAT things happen all at once. Don’t give up. Keep praying. Keep asking. Keep believing. He hears you. He loves you. He wants to bless you!
“Delight yourself in the Lord
and He will give you the desires of your heart.”
“But be sure to fear the LORD and serve him faithfully with all your heart;
I hope you don’t mind me re-posting this story from last year.
I recognize today, that I am just as much a sinner as I was one year ago, when this was written.
I need Him as much as ever.
I am as responsible, as anyone, for the price He had to pay.
Pounding hammers and cracking wood echoed through the old Catholic sanctuary. It went on for only 15 or 20 minutes but it seemed so much longer. I sort of knew what might happen when I first walked in and the man at the door handed me a nail. But the longer we sat in the silent service, the less sure I was of what was going on.
The music playing was reminiscent of a Catholic Mass. And I wondered if the nuns, who moved out of this former convent years ago, would be pleased with the ceremony now taking place, with people from many different backgrounds of faith.
On the big modern video screen, hanging up front and to the right, were images of Jesus on the cross. Silently, but together, we read his final words…the last seven things he said.
Then it was time.
A large thick dark wooden cross had been placed on a table at the front of the sanctuary. We were encouraged to go forward, and by driving our nails into the cross, accept that our sins were as responsible for his death as the Roman soldiers who hung Jesus on the cross at Calvary. When I picked up the hammer, my hands were shaking a bit more than I had expected. I placed the nail where I thought his hand might have been if this were the actual crucifixion. I hit the nail three times before I had to let go and walk away. I felt sick and weak and very sad. But, there, at the base of a driftwood cross hanging high on the wall in the center of the church was the welcoming invitation to share the Lord’s Supper.
It changed me.
I thank God I will never be the same because that experience last night changed me. I suspect it changed all of us.
As we walked back to our seats, the sounds of cracking wood and pounding hammers continued for a few minutes and then, once again, precious silence.
We stood and sang the song, “Lord Have Mercy.” Then, everyone ended the evening in silent prayer.
When we walked out into the hallway, it was filled with the voices of families making dinner plans, talking about the weekend and the upcoming Easter services.
We left knowing we will sin again.
But we left free from the burden of sin and free from the price he offered to pay.
The last seven things Jesus said:
“Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing.”
Luke 23:34 NASB
Speaking to the thief who had asked Jesus to remember him, “And He said to him, “Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise.” Luke 23:43 NASB
“When Jesus then saw his mother, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, He said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son!” Then He said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother!”
John 19:26-27 NASB
“About the ninth hour, Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying ELI, ELI LAMA SABACHTHANI?” that is, “MY GOD, MY GOD, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?”
Matthew 27:46 NASB
“After this, Jesus, knowing that all things had already been accomplished, to fulfill the Scripture, said,“I am thirsty.” John 19:28 NASB
He said,“It is finished!” John 19:30 NASB
“And Jesus, crying out with a loud voice, said, “Father, INTO YOUR HANDS I COMMIT MY SPIRIT.”Having said this, He breathed His last.
Luke 23:46 NASB
As a woman and a mother, I think of Mary standing there and the helpless agony she must have felt watching her son die.
But I also think of the lyrics to the song “How Deep the Father’s Love for Us” by Stuart Townend and I recognize my role in all that happened.
“Behold the Man upon the cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished.”
Yes, ladies, it is finished. No guilt, no shame, no more penalties for our sins. He has paid our debt. And the debt is paid in full.
On our first official weekend away from the rest of the world, I noticed my husband favoring his left knee. It was early fall, the leaves were just beginning to turn, the sun was shining and it was warm. He’s a basketball fanatic, and so early in our relationship, I was more than willing to play along. So was our dog.
We had discovered a quiet outdoor basketball court near a lake and we were just shooting some hoops. Each time he would run toward the basket, I saw him give a little to the left, before he went up for the shot. He told me it wasn’t a big deal, just an old basketball injury and that he was fine.
Over the next 17 years, it became progressively worse. The first surgeon we saw said a knee replacement would only last him ten years. We walked out. The second surgeon said he should start thinking about living the life of a much older man. We walked out. The third surgeon, a young, healthy, active, energetic, top-of-his-field kind of guy, said he saw no reason my husband wouldn’t be able to play basketball again with our teenage son. He da man!
So we went forward to schedule the surgery. A problem with insurance put it on hold. A new policy with a larger deductible made us hesitant. Time off work was a fear factor. And another two years went by. The favoring of his left knee became a noticeable limp, and then an obvious limp and finally strangers were walking up to ask about it. We ganged up on him…his family, and friends…then his co-workers, and finally his boss. If he wasn’t already convinced, the pain became so intense, money and time no longer mattered.
But my husband’s knee surgery is not what this is about, not really.
As I write this post, it is March 2012. In September 2011 my husband attended a men’s retreat organized by our church. It’s not the sort of thing that is in his comfort zone, but he felt like he should be there. During the weekend, the men were asked to write letters about what God had impressed upon their hearts. They were told the letter would be mailed to them later as a reminder and a means of encouragement. (I can sort of see my husband rolling his eyes at the very idea, but he complied.)
The knee was replaced on Monday morning March 5th and he was walking Monday afternoon. We came home from the hospital two days later and stopped at the mailbox.
The letter had arrived.
As I opened the letter and prepared to read it, I asked him what he had written.
He didn’t remember.
But God did.
“It’s time to stay on my knees more than I complain about them. I feel physically spent…painful to walk…and I must dig deeper into my faith as well as my resolve for recovery…leaving fear of knee surgery and it’s cost behind me.
Call it coincidence, good timing or just a chance occurrence. But what are the odds of that letter being delivered on the very day he returned home from doing what he was so afraid to do for 17 years?
Prayers answered. Fears gone. Bills paid. And in the mailbox, a reminder, a means of encouragement, a simple little message.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.”
Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.
God knows your needs.
He hears your prayers.
Lay it down.
Let it go.
(I know, easy to say, hard to do. But try it. It’s not your only option. But it’s your best!)
“Sugar and spice and all things nice, that’s what little girls are made of.”
Those were the first words that came to my mind when I looked up the meaning of Keziah and was reminded the Hebrew name is synonymous with sweet-scented spice.
“For we are to God the pleasing aroma of Christ…”
The name Carrie, coincidentally, means joy.
“Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart…”
As I prepared to step out on faith and start writing for this website last year, I absolutely knew February 2nd would be the day! So, I hopped out of bed, fired up the old desktop and prepared to publish. HOURS later and many mistakes behind me, frustrated to no end, and rapidly running out of time, the first post finally popped up around noon. I felt I had surely earned the right to sit back and chill out.
I was late for an appointment. And then before I could even make it a mile down the road, my cell phone rang with news that was… let’s say… NOT GOOD!
Romans 7:21 says when you would do good, evil is present.
But thank God…
Isaiah 54:17 says no weapon formed against me will prosper.
And so today, KeziahCarrie is a year old.
My hope, one year ago, and my hope now is that I can inspire you, make you laugh, make you cry and help you realize living a Christian life is hard for all of us. It’s why Matthew 7:14 says, the gate is small and the way is narrow. I have often thought if the world really wants Reality TV, watch someone walking with God! The blessings are big but the tests are tough! And I don’t know about you, but just when I think I’m about to walk on the water, I divert my eyes for a second and down I go.
I tell my children that sin is often a whole lot of fun; that being bad is easy, and temptations come our way almost every day. But the reward we get from a relationship with our Messiah (reminder to self) is SO MUCH MORE!
I pray I never write one word He has not approved; and I pray KC never has a reader who cannot benefit from what God allows to be written. I’m not always anxious to share my faults, even though I do keep finding them. I figure, if God can use something I’ve experienced, failed at, made a mess of, or succeeded in, then the glory is all His.
I thank Him for the opportunity to write and do not take the privilege for granted. It’s not about money, so you don’t have to weed your way through any advertisements to see what God might want to say to us. It’s not about numbers, although it is nice to see subscribers. And, it’s not about awards, although I’m grateful that other writers have nominated KC for the Kreative Blogger, The Versatile Blogger and The Candle Lighter Awards.
If you haven’t already subscribed, we would love for you to join us. Nothing changes except an email telling you there’s a new story. I have little KC cards if you would like me to send you some of those. It’s fun to leave them in places where women go and hope they will log on to the web address and find “A Place for All Women.” If you feel led, please tell your friends, family and co-workers about KeziahCarrie. I promise I’ll try my best to never write anything that might embarrass you or make you regret sharing the website. If you want to know more about the “why” click on the About KC link at the top of the page.
Many blessings on your life this day, I look forward to our next year together as women.
And for the few guys who have come along for the ride…
“Snips and snails and puppy dog tails, that’s what little boys are made of.”