The F-words

My flannel fits. And the precious jewels of faith, family, friends, fifty, and even failures, hang proudly around my neck~they form the letter K. It’s me, Karla. I don’t mean to flaunt, but it’s all the flair I’ve got.

Flannel with Faith

It’s like looking in a mirror. We would stare at each other for hours before drifting off to sleep. How strange we began as one. We formed. We split. You had my nose. I had your ears. My smile was more crooked. Your eyes looked bigger. Our hands were the same.

Can you imagine my parents’ reaction learning there would be TWO of us? (they only found out after two heartbeats were heard about two weeks before our birth). My poor older sister was doomed. She was so beautiful and alone. Ironically her four years of solitude ended just four days after Independence Day 1970. I’ve been apologizing ever since.

Great-Grandma Verda Davis

Greens, blues, and yellow were good for me. Pinks, reds, and purples suited her. Or that was the way they could tell us apart. It’s no wonder I love nature colors. Giggling was a gift and we still open it A LOT. Simultaneously we do many things. The question “Do twins really FEEL what the other is feeling?” is answered emphatically “yes” by us. Once she was in an accident. I knew. If I hurt, she hurt~and vice versa.

Fifty years have almost passed since the day we first separated. There are several stories I could share. Like the one where we switched our shirts when we arrived to school (they had our names). By the end of the day we confessed. The teacher couldn’t get angry as she was stumped she hadn’t noticed. It was all out of fun. Except for the time when I had her pretend to be me on the phone since our voices sounded identical. Truly I could write a book about being a twin.

Fifty years doesn’t seem like a lot when I feel I’ve lived such a full life. To some of you I’m as young as morn; to others, I’m no spring chicken. Today as I soak in the paper of my past, it’s the family, friends, and fragments of failures that create the pictures I hold in my hands. Not the ones on the tiny screen. The pleasant aroma of memories lingers. The taste of yesteryears is so sweet. To preserve them (for hopefully the next fifty years) I safely bag them. And to my delight I even purchased a new picture frame. Can you imagine which pictures will be placed in these multiple cavities?

My grandparents lived through the Depression. My parents remember John F. Kennedy being shot. This morning I thumbed through a school yearbook. It was 2001. And I was just a 31 year old “young” elementary Principal trying to wade through the difficulties of 9/11 with the rest of the world. My oldest was in 3rd grade and the youngest in 1st. My children have children; what will they remember of 2020?

We’re halfway through the year. In five days I’m halfway to 100. I’m not confident we’re at any halfway point of human healing. It’s a new life. I’m embracing this stage. As I put on a mask for safety, I happily strip off the mask that hid my flaws. Do you see my eyes smile? Or do you see the tears that sometimes wet the cheeks when the mask feels suffocating? Will we remain out of touch? Or will we, in rebellion, spread the infectiousness of the ghostly viruses that swirl among us?

Lessons learned, wisdom made, and questions still to be answered power my passion to forge ahead. To fight with faith~To take a snap and actually print it out~To let go of what I can’t control~Smile when I don’t feel like it~ Cry because I can and should~Laugh for no reason as often as possible~Walk away from unnecessary stress~Embrace nature everyday~Show love to family, friends, and strangers even when I don’t feel like it~To be better than I was yesterday~To learn from every mistake~To inhale slowly and breathe deeply~To appreciate failures to reveal success~To judge nothing by appearance~To shake it off and accept it.

When I look into the eyes of my twin I ponder how we began as one. I stare in my mirror and looking back is a reservoir of reflections that embodies my experiences and satisfies my soul.

Faith, family, friends, …and fifty. It just fits.

Have faithπŸ’š

The best decision I ever made in life was to follow Christ. He doesn’t expect perfection. And he doesn’t tolerate hate. He’s not into “denominations” and could care less about the color of your skin. HE is your only chance at 2nd chances and many more thereafter. He doesn’t care what you say but what you do. He loves you no matter what. When you’re at your wit’s end HE IS THERE. You are loved.❣

“Let us think of ways to motivate one another to acts of love and good works.”-Hebrews 10:24


39 thoughts on “The F-words

    1. kriddy70

      I am reading this again, aloud to John, with uncontrollable sobbing!! This is so beautiful that words fail me. Oh Mousie…you take how we feel and put it into words that I can never say!!I LOVE YOU and all your F’s!!! Happy 50th. We made it this milestone together.
      Your look into my eyes and study my face, Kriddy…..πŸ‘­β€β€ ❀

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    2. Oh my goodness! The comments between you and your twin made me cry. I have a sister (not twins) that I feel this way about.
      My mother is a twin- her parents didn’t know until the day they were born!
      Happy Birthday to you both.
      Beautifully written post!

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      1. What precious feedback! πŸ’š the bond of family is sweet. Hmmm. Perhaps there will be more twins in your family since your Mother is one. Thank you for following me and your kind words. πŸ’•

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      2. The bond is sweet! We are supposed to skip every other generation twin-wise. Still none have shown up yet… I don’t think anyone wants to take on the workload πŸ˜‰ but there is still hope!

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    Lovely words of truth. It al starts by getting to know each other, listening and being flexible in our understanding. If God is with us we are able to do this.

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  2. Lady Quixote/Linda Lee

    Happy almost-birthday! Fifty was my favorite age, by far. May you and your sister have the best fiftieth ever.

    I was an only child until the year I turned seven, when my twin sisters were born. They are fraternal, and yet the things they had in common growing up, amazed me at times. I wish I could have been a twin.

    My twin sisters turned sixty earlier this year. How time does fly!

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  3. When we look back some things are so clear yet they are years ago, it’s like looking at a movie – funny to think we choose what to remember, what to leave out or rather our brain does according to the filter applied by emotions and upbringing. I enjoyed this post so much, love the way you write. Clearly and with heart.

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    1. Your comments mean so much to me. Yes, so many things I wish to remember and can. Then there are those memories I wish would leave. Perhaps if they did though I’d forget the margins that created my victories? Peace and love my friend!


  4. Oh KL, what a heartwarming story. And you should write a book about being a twin. The theme itself is quite trendy! I hope that your week has been a blessed and successful one and hope that your weekending will give you a sun rays of love and miracles! Cheers! β˜€οΈπŸƒπŸ’πŸŒΊπŸŒΊπŸŒΊπŸŒΊπŸŒΊπŸ’πŸƒβ˜€οΈ

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    1. Thank you so much! You are always such an encouragement to me. You have given me some thoughts to ponder…hmmm. I hope your coming days are filled with love and laughter (and copious amounts of coffee and teas!) πŸŒˆπŸŒΌπŸŒΊπŸ™πŸ»β€οΈπŸ’šπŸ’•

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      1. Hello KL! You are always an inspiration too, Thank you for the many faithful cups of coffee we have shared! Have a blessed and enjoyable weekend KL!β˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜•οΈ

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  5. God bless you dear Karla, I celebrate you, all who Christ has made you to be, I celebrate the words He gives you to beautifully communicate with so many. I celebrate your birthday because I can and I love you heart. May God bless you abundantly not only in five days but every day, filling your heart with innumerable amounts of grace that heals, that steals any leftover lies threatening your joy in Him. Love in Christ, Julie

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    1. I love you Julie and your heart πŸ’•. As I reflect on your mountain moments and your words to all of us, I’m encouraged as our Maker is oozing through writings of foundational faithfulness. You and I build our lives on it. And so many others. When all else is stripped away, HE is there. I see him in you and through you, I feel his love. You are a blessing dear friend. πŸ’•

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