I kind of like this little 'spot' ... this 'blogspot' that has my name on it. Somehow it makes me feel safe and comfortable. It's a familiar place for me to come to. And I don't even need to say much. Because it's my spot. I like it.
It's a beautiful, yet brisk day where I live. I had a good, long conversation today over a cup of tea with a friend. I came home and made homemade carrot/spinach juice for Andrew and Bill and me. Now I'm making a "real" meal for my "boys" (someone told me once that I should not call them my "boys" ... i should call them my "men"). I don't know, I just think it's more cozy to call them my boys. They are out in the backyard doing productive man-like things. I like that. And because I've shared my heart today with a good friend already today, somehow I don't mind spending lots of time in the kitchen making a good meal or two. Peaceful. Content. Wish every day could hold my heart in it's hand like this.
1 Thessalonians 4:11 says ....
"Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands."
P.S. The meal burned as I sat here and typed this blog. Now that's .... real life. It's still edible (at least most of it).
