it doesn't matter

It doesn't matter what size you are, but what the size of your heart is.

It doesn't matter what color eyes or skin you have, but whether you can see and feel the pain of someone else.

It doesn't matter how big your house is, but whether you would welcome others in.

It doesn't matter if your outside is beautiful, but if your inside is beautiful as well.

rainy days

Ahhhh, I love these rainy days! When my sister and I were young we used to call rainy days "baggy pants days". I suppose this is because we would put on comfy clothing and get cozy in the warmth of the house with the rain pouring outside.

When my lambs were little I was bound and determined that I was going to make sure they LOVED thunder and lightning as much as I did. When a storm would come I would make a big production out of it. I'd call them to the window and squeal with glee saying, 'look...listen...isn't that fantastic?' Oh, what a glorious show it would be! To my recollection I never had a child run to my bedroom or cower under the covers during a storm so it must have worked.