There’s a Salt Water Woman lurking inside of me, and she comes out at the darnedest times. Like last Saturday afternoon when we were driving around White Rock Lake looking for T.P. Hill. For an hour. Friends invited us to a picnic, but my husband, heaven help him, left the directions at home. The GPS went haywire, and we didn’t have the host’s phone number.
Salt Water Woman whined: “It would have been great to get a phone number.” She used sarcasm: “Hopefully we’ll make it there by nightfall.”
I immediately regretted my words. You see, I don’t want to be a Salt Water Woman. I want to be a Fresh Water Woman.
Have you ever taken a big drink of salty water when you’re dying of thirst? It tastes terrible and makes you sick. In contrast, fresh water tastes great, quenches thirst and brings life.
The Salt Water Woman…
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