A Friday Snippet

Thoughts from my couch on a Friday

If you’re a nosy person, then this is for you. Just insight to our week with no particular point of it than that I am nosy myself, and enjoy these.

Week’s Overview

Monday-Tuesday

When JB’s on work trips we gird up the loins and add extra pops of pleasure to balance the dampening fringe of his being gone. I had friends over Monday and Tuesday evening - just a time for ladies. I put kids to bed early and we ladies peeled Shanna’s peaches, ate chocolate, drank tea, and enjoyed the unadorned satisfaction of conversation. It’s remarkable to me how much good being in company with others does for a person. I find that I’m perked up without knowing I’d been drooping. I say this to my friends: get people in your homes - if possible the ones you can be in your pajamas around. And if not, just get them there, for 30 minutes or an hour. It matters. Do it with a dirty house and laundry in your main room. When you find a few gems, they’ll probably help you fold it. But get souls in your home, regardless. It will bless you much more than you can predict. Monday, Angie and I sat out on the patio in a gorgeous 65 degree evening with gusty breeze and cafe lights above. Angie lost her Mother the year before I lost mine and we were twined together in a mutual understanding and sympathy towards the other. She started a flower garden for her Mama named Flat City Farms. We met at the Farmer’s Market where I’d go take photos of attendees and vendors.

When I saw her flowers I stopped dead in my tracks at the most intricate cascades of wildly beautiful flowers. “These are not from the hot house”, of course runs through my head every time I encounter them. Can flowers be a spiritual experience? Never would have thought so, but I can tell you that Angie’s flowers are for me every time. I worship in wonder at the Creator of these exquisite beauties. Also, let me tell you. These do not smell like a funeral home.

Wednesday we had horse riding lessons for the kids, and I’m always thankful to be able to do that. What’s wild is how much they’ve progressed in a few years, from being terrified of dogs and horses, to now being able to mount and ride well, sometimes on horses that are being ornery or just have a good bit of get-up-and-go. Phin is usually strapped to me in a back pack while I walk around the arena and watch the lesson. Of course, being around horses is always a double edged sword: it soothes my heart to interact with them while simultaneously sharpening the desire to have land and our own horses. This is a dream though - and an outlying one that I must realize is absolutely not necessary to my life, regardless of how desperately I can want it. And that’s a theme, it seems like. There are certain things that we want so dearly and we must, must release those dreams to the Lord. Somehow, it’s imperative to walk through this exercise and come out on the other side knowing He alone is what I’m actually desiring in that cavernous soul need I have.

Georgia’s Wednesday Riding Attire: