Today there's a lot in my head and heart. Forgiveness, I told a friend. That's where it's at. Keep the wound clean. That's one of the first things I learned after I lost my precious boy. So every day I pray and stay close to Jesus so that the disinfectant for my soul is constantly applied. Lathered on. Deep like a canyon are the wounds and He is the ointment. Free of blame and hardness. Free of dust and crust. Keeping it healthy so the healing process can happen, completely. Memories....not all sweet... at times....gather in the recesses of my mind. Entertained. Not pushed to the depths.
I heard recently..... live like you don't mind if the drawer is open. When there's open drawers, all is seen. Not sure I'm completely there but that's the direction of this lady.
Ran a legit couple of miles with friends last night. It was fun but the calf cramp was not. Made me tired and gave me a satisfied feeling. The jury is still out as to whether I'm really a runner, jogger chick but it feels productive and gave me a moment of clarity because I was breathing too hard to catch my breath that not much else could enter my mind. LOL. Really, that's funny.
This morning on the way to work, my "fine figure of a man" and I were talking. Mostly random subjects. The last few mornings we have been fixing smoothies for breakfast. You know the kind, frozen blueberries, strawberries, kale, cucumber, cottage cheese. A new adventure for us. Drinking this grayish liquid is a challenge. This morning I added a fresh, quite ripe tomato. Needless to say, my man about had a run away. It wasn't quite what he had in mind. I told him "what? You've never had a V-8 before?" He talked about a V-8 kick his mom went got on one time when he and his brothers were young. She insisted they drink V-8. They insisted they didn't. Okay, she consented, "at least try it". So they tried it. And they were sure that they weren't drinking V-8. We laughed.
So I talked about the time my mom went on a bran muffin kick. You know, when you make bran muffin mix in a gallon jar, store it in the refrigerator and make bran muffins every morning for what seems like ever. Makes me laugh just to write about it. Not that the bran muffins were bad because I actually enjoyed them a lot more than the pancakes, it was just the thought that as a mom I can relate to this sort of thing. These kicks you get on. Who knows why it happens but as I look back, it makes me smile.
Probably the only kick my family didn't mind me getting on was when I'd make a selection of desserts. :)
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