Outside my window… dreary grey chilly
I am thinking… grieving makes me bake
I am thankful for… KNOWING what happens after death
I am wearing… broken in Gap jeans, a favorite long sleeved tee with my MOPS fleece over it
I am remembering… fun and laughter with my grandma
I am going… to get my first knitting project done this week. Or this month. Probably.
I am reading… Puzzle of Ancient Man
I am hoping… to mourn well
I am creating… A new version of this book. It came in the mail as part of the Dolly Parton Imagination Library. It has beautiful illustrations and is multicultural. It is poetic and depicts the lives of eight children from different countries throughout their day. However, it is quite odd in that it “thanks” the sun for waking, the sky for being, the clouds for billowing, the trees for reaching. WHAT?!
How can anyone honestly thank the created inanimate entities for doing what God created them to do?
I wrote a new poem and armed with spray adhesive and my printout, changed all the words.Our new book starts out, “Thank you, God, for the sun, waking me in the morning and coloring the sky. Thank you, God, for the sky, begging me to touch it, when I’m swinging high.” And ends with “Thank you God, for Mama and Dada who’re giving kisses, saying prayers, and tucking me in tight. And thank you, God for nighttime. I know You’re in the shadows and everything’s all right.”
There. That’s better.
On my mind… how the degeneration of this world equals great loss.
From the learning rooms… animal secrets, great improvements (like electricity and running water)
Noticing that… The number of hand towels to bath towels is oddly disproportionate.
Pondering these words…
But in my mind’s eye I can see a place
Where Your glory fills every empty space.
All the cancer is gone,
Every mouth is fed,
And there’s no one left in the orphans’ bed.
Every lonely heart finds their one true love,
And there’s no more goodbye,
And no more not enough,
And there’s no more enemy (no more).
From Steven Curtis Chapman’s gorgeous single Heaven is the Face
From the kitchen… Yeast sweet rolls, apple crisp, baked spaghetti casserole
Around the house… already cleaned up from my baking spurt
One of my favorite things… nursing