Because it really is personal…

There’s not much blooming this time of year, but if you look hard enough, you can still find pretty things.

Have a wonderful weekend, full and interesting!
Love, Rootie

I have a confession to make.
That last post was written as much to myself as it was to anyone else. I am as fond of a latte as the next person, and prone to running out (in my German sports car) to fetch me one as anyone else.

I don’t do enough. I’m not going to tell you what I do, because that’s none of your business.

“Be careful not to do your ‘acts of righteousness’ before men, to be seen by men. If you doyou will have no reward from your Father in heaven. So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrits do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by men. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full. But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.” Matthew 6:1-3 NIV

So, if you’d like to hold my feet to the fire, I welcome it. I need some fire.
And here’s a challenge, a ladylike crocheted lace Easter gauntlet thrown down, if you will.

Find a cause involving women, something that uplifts women, maybe something local, maybe something international, that speaks to your concience. Pick a method of contribution, it could be financial, or time, or (if you’re a Believer)prayer, make some sort of committment that is doable for you and your circumstances, and Do It.
If you can have an impact on 1 woman’s life, that is positive and helps enable her to improve the lives of her and hers, imagine that…

Obviously, I have causes I support, because they speak to me and the way I like to do things. The whole idea of private free enterprise excites me. If that’s not your thing- that’s fine, find something that is. But, do it.

A special thanks to the commentors who make me think. And a hot latte c(_)~
to Jerseychick, who never fails to make me think, ever. Not in 23 years have you failed to make me think.