Well, the only thing on anybody's mind today (here) is the snow. In the South, it was a peculiar sight, as the leaves are in their full glory.
At my house, they got rained on, frozen, and snowed on. It was quite pretty this morning, All dazzling color topped in pristine white. The wind has blown off the snow and they are making a big noise with their frozen selves, whipping around furiously.
It's very cold, the wind chill is supposed to make it feel like it is in the low teens.
So, we have the first fire of the season, and of course, I am loving it.
I admit, two of the things that make me feel like a child are snow and fire in a fireplace.
The other is seeing Santa.
I'm making vegetable soup and cornbread for dinner this afternoon. And of course, sweet iced tea.
This could turn out to be a perfect day.
After all, I get to sleep an extra hour tonight before getting up for church, too.
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Saturday, November 1, 2014
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Service Please!
I'll be the first to admit I don't have a servant's heart. I may love you dearly, but unless you flat out tell me, I just don't see your need.
There are people that I know who seem to sense someone else's needs almost before they happen. It amazes me, and also makes me feel like a selfish brat.
I truly want to help out when I can, but first someone has to point and say, this is what you need to do.
But the other day, I distinctly felt the nudge of the Holy Spirit to make a meal for a family in our church who have both been sick. Then I remembered another person who had broken a bone, and had been kind to me when my foot was in a cast.
So I called both houses and made sure they liked what I had to offer and both accepted gratefully.
They probably almost went into a dead faint, coming from me.
So, today I did something I ain't never done before. I made THREE pones of cornbread, one right after another to accompany a honking dutch oven plus spill over into another pot of homemade vegetable soup.
Then, after we ate a quick lunch, Daughter loaded up and took off to deliver the food.
Husband helped me clean up the huge mess. The only kind I can seem to make.
When you do what you are supposed to do, it gives you a feeling of accomplishment.
But boy, I am plumb tuckered out.
It's a good tuckered, though.
There are people that I know who seem to sense someone else's needs almost before they happen. It amazes me, and also makes me feel like a selfish brat.
I truly want to help out when I can, but first someone has to point and say, this is what you need to do.
But the other day, I distinctly felt the nudge of the Holy Spirit to make a meal for a family in our church who have both been sick. Then I remembered another person who had broken a bone, and had been kind to me when my foot was in a cast.
So I called both houses and made sure they liked what I had to offer and both accepted gratefully.
They probably almost went into a dead faint, coming from me.
So, today I did something I ain't never done before. I made THREE pones of cornbread, one right after another to accompany a honking dutch oven plus spill over into another pot of homemade vegetable soup.
Then, after we ate a quick lunch, Daughter loaded up and took off to deliver the food.
Husband helped me clean up the huge mess. The only kind I can seem to make.
When you do what you are supposed to do, it gives you a feeling of accomplishment.
But boy, I am plumb tuckered out.
It's a good tuckered, though.
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