“An Old Soul who was Young at Heart, she never wanted to grow up, if growing up meant pessimism, negativity, & becoming boring. But grow up she must, for it was part of the cycle of Life, & not growing up meant not learning Life’s lessons. There is a distinct difference in being reponsible & being dull.

No, her Old Soul would remain forever Young as she would always, at least in her heart, climb the peaks so she could see the view, feel the breeze, & breathe in the freshest of air. The sound of her laughter would always engage others to do the same, & though many viewed her as prim & proper, as she was when occasion dictated, whenever the music played, she would dance, or at least find a way to discretely tap her toe.

Finally, amidst the naive revelry of her journey, she realized that she had to take responsibility for her own heart, life, path, & soul, & if that was a part of growing up, she was emotionally mature. No one & nothing would cause her unhappiness. The broad grin of a baby, sweet song of a bluebird, smell of fresh cut grass, feel of raindrops on her forehead, frolicking of a puppy, & sight of the sun sinking beneath the horizon brought her all of the happiness that she needed.

The adventures with friends, texts from a beau, & visits with her kids were awesome & amazing, but in the middle of the night she was alone with her own soul, just like everyone else on the planet, & her soul turned to God, & it was enough. She drew her strength from Him, & that strength made her laugh with abandon, dance with joy, befriend the friendless, & smile at strangers. She worked hard. She loved deeply. She Lived Life Out Loud! She was an Old Soul, but she was Young at Heart …

– Lou Lehman Sams


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I am a Southern Belle, through and through. Born and raised in North Alabama, where my family settled in 1808, when the area was still the Mississippi Territory, I come from a line of Planters, Patriots, and Pioneers. They were people who were unafraid to take risks, who said what they believed, and who honored God and their Country. Like my ancestors before me, I have strong values, believing that the Golden Rule is indeed golden. I write as a way to relate and as a release. I hope that my words may inspire, challenge and provoke one to thinking about how extraordinary things can come out of ordinary places, people, and things.

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