Someone gave us a box of assorted chocolates. Last night Hugh and I sat there trying them, and figuring out which ones were good and spitting out the odd gross one (what's with orange chocolate?). I realize I like the adventure of the assorted box of chocolates. Some are good, and some are very bad, and finding the good ones means success!
So, as Forrest Gump's mama says, "Life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're gonna get."
Monday, December 22, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
There is something joyful about storms that interrupt routine.
On Sunday church was cancelled because of a storm and the highways being closed. Today I started reading the book 'The Shack' and read this in the first chapter:
"There is something joyful about storms that interrupt routine. Snow or freezing rain suddenly releases you from expectations, performance demands, and the tyranny of appointments and schedules. Unlike illness, it is largely a corporate rather than individual experience. One can almost hear a unified sigh rise from the nearby city and surrounding countryside where Nature has intervened to give respite to the weary humans slogging it out within her purview. All those affected this way are united by mutual excuse, and the heart is suddenly and unexpectedly a little giddy. There will be no apologies needed for not showing up to some commitment or other. Everyone understands and shares in this singular justification, and the sudden alleviation of the pressure to produce makes the heart merry."
This is exactly how I felt on Sunday. We were supposed to have Praise Team lead the service, and I was tired and just needed a day off, and God provided me with a little break with the storm.
"There is something joyful about storms that interrupt routine. Snow or freezing rain suddenly releases you from expectations, performance demands, and the tyranny of appointments and schedules. Unlike illness, it is largely a corporate rather than individual experience. One can almost hear a unified sigh rise from the nearby city and surrounding countryside where Nature has intervened to give respite to the weary humans slogging it out within her purview. All those affected this way are united by mutual excuse, and the heart is suddenly and unexpectedly a little giddy. There will be no apologies needed for not showing up to some commitment or other. Everyone understands and shares in this singular justification, and the sudden alleviation of the pressure to produce makes the heart merry."
This is exactly how I felt on Sunday. We were supposed to have Praise Team lead the service, and I was tired and just needed a day off, and God provided me with a little break with the storm.
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