Thirty hasn't curbed my penchant for shopping or shoes. Perhaps altered it though, I went shoe shopping and came home with Dr. Scholl's. Feel crazy good is stamped on the box and the box don't lie.
Well the birthday cake has run dry, vacation is over and it's back to the daily grind. All thirty years of me with the grandma shoes and snug trousers. Whatever. Philippians was my buddy who ushered me into thirty. When I lament and moan he rolls his eyes and says, "whatever." Brother knows what he's talking about when I apply his truth it's like a magic potion that sweetens up even the bitter.
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
Off to tackle the
Whatever, the ICE CREAM!
May your bowl runneth over.