B - Broken Eggs

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BROKEN EGGS

“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket,” I’ve heard it said.
As with any pursuit of man,
God listens, laughs, and throws his wrench.

 
 ©2019 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

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  1. Donna SmithApril 2, 2019 at 6:07 PM

    Love that last line...so true. I have stopped using the words "my plan is"; it just doesn't mean anything.
    AtoZ Challenge
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    1. LisaApril 2, 2019 at 6:37 PM

      My mother used to say, "Never say never." And then an example of having said she'd never live in a certain city, yet was when her first child was born! For me, when reading about someone who eats squirrel (nothing against you if you do!), I say, "I hope I never have to." Because, you never know, right?!

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  2. MsDarkstarApril 3, 2019 at 12:59 AM

    I love the picture, the poem and this FONT is to die for!

    MsDarkstar

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    1. LisaApril 3, 2019 at 8:16 AM

      Thanks so much! For some reason the font is called "Mountains of Christmas."

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  3. Linda GardinerApril 3, 2019 at 4:52 AM

    I'm enjoying this! I'll be anxious to see a new one every day.

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    1. LisaApril 3, 2019 at 8:17 AM

      Ooo... not the pressure's on! Thanks for reading.

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  4. A Tarkabarka HölgyApril 3, 2019 at 5:26 AM

    :D Truth

    The Multicolored Diary

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    1. LisaApril 3, 2019 at 8:18 AM

      Yes, as the post below makes clear, the "best laid plans..." I guess we all need a plan B and C, maybe more.

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  5. T.S. ValmondApril 3, 2019 at 5:55 AM

    What a great theme idea! Happy A-Z! So true, I've also heard it said: "The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry." - Robert Burns (Dragons & Spaceships)

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    1. LisaApril 3, 2019 at 8:20 AM

      It's true. Plans often fail to come to fruition. I don't believe a heavenly wrench is thrown in their works, but sometimes it feels like it!

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  6. John HoltonApril 3, 2019 at 1:13 PM

    "Man plans, God laughs," right?

    John @ The Sound Of One Hand Typing

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    1. LisaApril 3, 2019 at 3:40 PM

      So it would seem! Personally, I put it down to just stuff happens!

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