Sunday, August 7, 2011

The Mosquito's Buffet


The Teddy Bear's Picnic, certainly you must know of it, a favorite story from childhood, highly recommended. What about The Mosquito's Buffet, heard of it? I pray not. I unfortunately am presently very well read in it. My last little mosquito tale was like Murder She Wrote this sequel was more akin to the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. 30 some odd bites in a span of minutes and that ain't the half of it. I feed my best friend to um too. All so you could know I wore orange high heels, a ruffly black dress and a turquoise necklace. If I never post another what i wore feature for as long as we all shall leave, you'll know why. And if you get curious just know I look an awful lot like a giant whelp of a mosquito bite. My friend aptly gave title to the Mosquito's Buffet. End of the story? If you go out in the woods today, turn and run like hades back home.

Like the final page turn of a really good book is the closing of the weekend. Glad you read it but sad to see it go. Leaving bits of your heart and happy lined memories in the binding.




This weekend ends with chapters of  $0.49 fountain cokes, polka dots and cheap cheeseburgers, pink toes and roses, red box movies, orange sherbet, farmers market jaunts and church and brunch best friend Sunday dates, and the biggest gulp of the giantest coke I've ever drank, laughing at afternoon movies and dishing up frozen yogurt and happy banter. While that sentence reads like an English teacher's worst nightmare, the content did not. A +, Mr. Weekend, A + well written, my friend, well written.  Though on an editor's note, ditch the mosquitos, brother. Ditch um!




Sweet friends, wishing you week's that read like the weekend and day's full of happy.

Monday, August 1, 2011

The Cold

Left work late, have a stuffy nose and the remnants of Mr. Nasty summer cold 2011, my back muscles tell on the anxiety I let creep into my mind over a silly can't be controlled item, i've got the gripes a mile long.  Litany of grievances, petty annoyances they come easy like a runny nose drip. It's been many a moon since I've entertained a cold. Hot tea, cough drops, plenty of fluids, and sleep, blessed sleep beat the ailing symptoms back. Prayer journals, quiet time, His word, evening walks, and lists of thanks held by the force of a magnet on the fridge they beat back the ailing symptoms of ingratitude.

Grateful for a Savior who bids us come all snotty nosed and let's us blow out our complaints. Grateful for a Savior who comforts, a Savior who heals. A Savior who is our hope, not our health, not our thanks for a Savior who just is and unmeasurable grace that runs longer than miles of complaints.

Thanks from the fridge list, grace multiplies....

610. for 3 elephants on a baby changing table at Target
611. for Traci's card
612. for Traci's offer to talk
613. for the reminder to give thanks
614. for the cupcake bag
615. for the ice cream shirt
616. for mom to vent to
617. for Jesus who doesn't leave
618. for Jesus who loves me anyways
619. for this too shall pass
620. for a red carnation in an aqua mason jar
621. for His mercy endures forever
622. for He will perfect that which concerns me
623. for the Howell family gorgeous photos
624. for Ivy's greeting
625. for perspective, it's not all about me
626. for morning sunlight in the apartment
627. for old journals
628. for sunning
629. for almonds
630. for pink
631. for Laura
632. for feeling better!!!
633. for decorating cupcakes
634. for a hopeful message
635. for Christus Victor "Christ our Victor"