I saw this yesterday:
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Speaking Truth to Toast
I looked at my pre-breakfast slice of toast and considered.
After praying, I spread creamed eggs on the now-breakfast toast and commenced to crunch a bunch. As I munched, I ruminated.
Then spoke truth to toast: Read it all
Have Eyeball, Will Spot
So…what’m I doing?
Casting a (Sorta) Wishful Eye
Cram your chair a little closer to the monitor. (Thanks.)
I’m about to cast a wishful eye on the week expiring to note posts that might have been.
(Should there be a comma in there somewhere?)
What might have been — how dreary, that! Read it all
Steeds in the Weeds
The Glory Days Are Gone!
So…what life lesson can you scrounge from that?
Fog, Fog, Burn Away!
I stood at the kitchen sink.
Early this morning — just before (or was it just after?) five.
Carefully slurping hot coffee.
Looking out the window.
Drearily considering the circumstances.
Pleading with God.
Trying to have faith.
(Drearily, God, faith — is something out of place there?!) 😯
When I noticed what I was seeing:
Somewhere down there in the Pudding River bottoms are cows.
In the fog.
They can’t see clearly.
For all they know, the whole world is foggy, bleary, dreary.
But the rising sun will fix that in short order.
Can I believe that God sees me and my fog in remotely similar fashion?
Can I believe that the Risen Son will fix my problems?
Sure.
I’m thankful.
