Saturday was a doosey for me. In the morning, I approached unresolved conflict which left me utterly reeling and wrung out to dry like a dingy old wash rag. In the afternoon, I got a some truly sad news. I worked a little through both issues prayerfully to find my feet in preparation for an evening soiree- a lovely party for a dear friend. I witnessed a beautiful thing- a husband honoring the life of his incredible wife. Also, someone I'd never met before, but we shared some things in common, revealed a painful struggle she'd recently experienced.
Even though I'm 41 years old, I am still astonished by brokenness and beauty offered to me side by side as the blue plate special for the day. I'm hoping today's menu consists entirely of comfort food like warm macaroni and cheese, salted fresh tomatoes, and chocolate pie.
Tomorrow Was Once Predicted to Be the End of the World
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Friday the 13th is a day we observe occasionally to celebrate superstitions
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2 comments:
Just letting you know I so appreciate the wonderful way you observe life and then communicate it here.
I seldom comment, as I usually read your blog through a feed, but I'm a big fan and constant reader.
Dear Questing,
Man, I appreciate that!
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