The weekend at home was good. Sitting at Macaroni Grille having a bellini and an apple crisp dessert and talking with your best friends for 2 1/2 hours about everything and nothing- that’s what living is supposed to feel like.
Things in Nashville are, well, good. Church yesterday was awesome, ate lunch with five families and a gaggle of children, went to a movie with a couple of girls. Had lunch with A Better Blogger Annie today, we’re going to make it a weekly tradition.
You are going to have to be full of grace with me this month. I actually have a writing deadline on Sept. 1, so my best words, the “gettin’ paid” kind, are going to be focused on that. I don’t know what it looks like to run a blog and be a full time writer. So we’ll discover this together. I know I’ve been a fairly faithful blogger, but I just can’t make any promises.
If you’re new around these parts, then you know this already. But God and I- we work in themes. He knows I’m a simple minded lady, need a bit of “reinforcement” when it comes to lessons and growth. The phrase I can’t seem to shake is that God is my portion. I can’t fully dissect that yet, I don’t know what it means even, but I’ve looked up all the scriptures and read all the commentary and have mediated on it for days. You got some insight? I know I’ve got some pastors and wise counselors out there- go ahead. You know you wanna preach a little. Comment up, puppies.
It’s moments like this that I wish I was a painter or sculptor, I just need another way to express my heart. So I play on Picnik.
Lord, show me what this means. I want it to be true. In my heart, it is. Make it true in my life.