(Sorry! Didn’t mean to remind you. 🙂 )
I don’t want to talk about myself today.
I would rather talk about Him.
Crucifixion by Peter Paul Rubens
I wouldn’t be me if it weren’t for Him. My life and its joys…its trials…its suffering…
Raising a family.
Dying to pride.
Everyday I move forward, inch by inch, and some days I fall several feet and land hard.
I look to the cross quite literally.
I look at pictures like this and I think, “Lord, thank you.”
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Thank you for showing me there’s merit in this. Thank you for dying for me; for us.
My gratitude…my constant (though imperfect) gift of self…brings Him a little consolation and peace.
It doesn’t make sense!
But it’s true.
He needs us.
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Okay, on a much lighter note, I WILL talk about what we’re doing today, but only briefly ’cause I gotta go clean up!
Just two tablespoons of dish soap and 1/4 cup of water, then beat with a mixer until soft peaks form.
We’re talking good clean fun, right?
(ba da bum)