Outside my window . . . there is a bit of rain and it is warm and muggy.
I am wearing . . . a sea foam green top and black pants.
I am hearing . . . a drawer opening and closing.
From the kitchen . . . garlic chicken and salad
I am creating . . . not enough
I am looking forward to . . . the ending of the pain from Thursday’s root canal.
I am thankful . . . warm salt water and Ibuprofen.
I am praying . . . for a willing spirit.
I am thinking . . . how great it is that God can use the simplest things to speak to me. Maybe he knows I won’t get it otherwise!
I am remembering . . . the days we used to spend at our cabin on the growing up, water skiing, swimming in the cove, cookouts, fireworks, and spending time with family. The boat is finally being sold and the cabin will someday soon. It’s been years since that place has been enjoyed by the family and it is hard to see how time has taken its toll.
I am noticing that . . . time is an agent that we can work with or work against, but we must work it. If not, it will completely roll over us leaving a wake of deterioration and unrealized dreams. Whatever we do with our time we must be intentional about it, not haphazard or passive. Will I hear the words, “Well done my good and faithful servant?”
I am pondering these words . . . “Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent.” ~ Ambrose Bierce
A moment from my week . . . a visit to the Oklahoma City bombing memorial and lots of picture taking.
Something you may not know about me . . . I am 1/16th American Indian. You would never know by my fair complexion, but it’s true!
One of my favorite things . . . is being from Oklahoma. I think it’s a great place to live and be from. The people are wonderful!
For my picture journal . . . a picture taken at the Oklahoma City Memorial.