Outside My Window… is my latest flea market statuary that I bought in October.
It is on the small patio in front of the little house-
which my grandsons re-named the club house.
Getting it from the flea market to my house was another chapter in
my ‘getting things from the flea market to my house’ saga-
that plus explaining to my husband why a man in a truck is pulling into our backyard.
Here is the kind of guy my husband is:
He will roll his eyes at me and say things like
‘it is time to shut it down’,
but he will then turn and walk over to the man in the truck and help him.
This is the time of year I sometimes try saying
‘this can be our Christmas present to each other’.
I Am Thinking… that Father Earl’s message this morning to
‘be awake, be ready, and be hopeful’
is important for me to remember
and that my new devotional book
chiseling away at this rigid, got to get things done,
walking with my head down looking for snakes (a ranch habit) way of dealing
with life’s challenges,
which is a worn out way to live.
So this is what I learned from this week’s readings:
1. In not knowing how to pray, begin by simply expressing thanks all day long.
2. This expression of thanks will make the ‘scales fall away’.
I did and it does.
From the Kitchen… I made Taco Soup.
Brown1 pound of ground beef with diced onion.
Add a package of taco seasoning and 11/2 cups of water.
I added corn, ranch style beans, Rotel tomatoes and chiles, diced tomatoes, tomato sauce, and a packet of ranch dressing mix.
I served it over cornbread.
That is soul food.
I Am Thankful For… my sweet , crazy family.
My girls understand, when in my drug induced haze, the day of my test at the hospital,
I texted them from the bedroom
‘take the pecan pie out of the oven even if it is still jiggling’.