Look at what my son just picked from our garden…
our first fresh garden tomato of the season! Now, I know some of you reading are not huge tomato fans and I “get that.” Well, I get not liking tomatoes bought from Wal-mart or some other such grocery store, especially during the winter months when their color isn’t even really in the red family anymore. But,
I’ve been praying lately that God would show me how to “do life.” I mean how to really do life well. Too many times I get caught up in things that don’t really matter and I spend too much time looking around to other people, other places to tell me or show me how I should live. Sometimes I get distracted by things that I enjoy, comforts really, and the truly important things start to lose their focus.
A lot of times I get caught up in comparing myself with others. But then I remind myself that I have “far more interesting things to do with my life and that I am an original.” Galatians 5:25,26 We all have better things to do. We are all originals.
Making Sunday lunch is always a little daunting to me. I always dream of having a big delicious meal ready & waiting for us after church. That is rarely the case. Sunday mornings in our house with my husband being a pastor means he leaves before I am even thinking of getting out of bed.
And with myself and three young children to get ready, if we can manage to get to the car with everyone alive and nobody crying, then we have really accomplished something pretty amazing.
I had been waiting to get my hands on a new book on my Kindle for a while. Finally a night with no prior engagements. I grabbed my blankets and drew them up close to my chin and started in. I had only gotten about halfway through the first page when my husband, who was starting a new book himself, started laughing. I began again and got to about the same point in my book when my husband starts laughing again, quite hysterically. By this point my curiosity was getting the better of me so I turned off my [easyazon-link asin=”B005890G8Y”]Kindle[/easyazon-link] and asked him to read me a little bit from his book.
I guess you could say I was pretty much hooked after the first sentence of chapter one where the author, Peter Haas, starts off with this: “The first time I ever cussed into a church microphone was right after I became a youth pastor.”
The other day at the lake I lost something really valuable. Something that kind of makes me ache inside to even think about. In reality it happened in a matter of seconds but in my mind it was like being stuck in slow motion. I was trying to will myself to catch the ring before it hit the top of the waves and sank to the bottom of the lake.
It took up residence on the ring finger of my right hand over 12 years ago. I still have vivid memories of the night my husband gave me the ring.
