The Stuff of Life

When I Grow Up

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At Lewis’ end of the year EK program, he said plans to be a football player when he grows up. Yep. I’m pretty sure I have a future 300 pound defensive end living under my roof.  I’ll proudly don the purple and gold and cheer on my little (I mean big) man as he pummels the opposition.

In a funny coincidence, I ran across this doozy from my early elementary years a few days ago. My first grade dreams didn’t quite come true. But I’m not even 40 yet. I’ve still got time, right?

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Author: Kim Harms

I am the wife of a guitar-playing, worship-leading, adventure-loving husband. I am the mother of three incredible sons: two of whom recently surpassed me in height, and one of whom I am going to pretend is still my baby. I am saved by grace; a daughter of the King who was and is and is to come. *** I am a regular contributor at Today’s Christian Woman, a monthly blogger at Inspire a Fire and have freelanced for a variety of publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul and Guideposts. *** The 500 Dresses ministry that I started with my mom in 2010 is our way of answering the call to serve those in poverty.

2 thoughts on “When I Grow Up

  1. Are those things spiders? Looks like your brother got all the artistic talent.
    Just kidding love you honey! You can sing for me any time.

    • Those are very obviously all of my screaming fans- not spiders 😉 Maybe I was actually dreaming about your future career. Since you actually do sing, and play the guitar and have piano playing skills that you’ve kept hidden for 14 years.

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