Sunday, 20 November 2016
All is well . . .
Early morning chats with oldest sons, facetime chats with middle sons and birthday boys, FB chats with an oldest daughter, evening cuddles with a fur ball and a man suffering from PMS, The Crown on Netflix, fish suppers with tartar sauce . . .
Beans on toast, wrapping Christmas gifts in solitude with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir playing in the background, watching the fish swim in the tank . . . cleaning off the old nailpolish, trimming my nails and painting on a new colour, dark cherry black, and loving it . . . with Inspector George Gently on the telly.
New bright pink socks for plantar fasciatis that hurt my feet, but look so pretty . . . getting not one but two new posts on the Susan Branch Blog . . . and then feeling sad because people are being mean to her . . . why can't people just agree to disagree. It doesn't have to hurt . . . just play nice.
Carrot eating hamsters, raccoons eating grapes . . . Le Holiday Feast with 13 dogs and a cat . . . cheez-its, tinned peaches and cornbread, frosty diet cokes . . . white hot chocolates . . . stollen bites, getting down with my homies the Gilmore Girls . . .
A thank-you gift set of two Denby espresso cups and saucers, I don't drink coffee but they're cute and will make great props . . . Kentish Cobnut Honey and chocolate slabs sprinkled with the same . . . wedges of Blackstick's Blue, sloe gin and plum preserves . . . and two new cookery books, all the perks of food blogging . . .
Christmas cakes and Christmas puddings . . . puttering in the craft room . . . pompom garlands . . . gingerbread men garlands . . . cinnamon stick Santas . . . feeling my crafty mojo return . . . finding out that my missing puffy yellow felt Christmas star with a face ended up wrapped in my grandson's birthday pressie, a stowaway that brought a smile to both our faces . . . some accidents are meant to happen . . .
Life is filled with ever so much good making the sad things not so sad afterall . . .
Why am I joyful? How is it that I am surrounded by peace in a world filled with chaos? What gives my life purpose and meaning? Where is the anchor for my soul? Be still and know that I am God. Knowing God. It makes all the difference in the world and helps me to find joy, and peace, and a safe harbour for my soul.
It is well, it is well with my soul . . .
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light” (Matthew 11:28–30)
In the English Kitchen today . . . Vanilla Breakfast Cornbread. So delicious.
Have a great Sunday. Be happy. Be safe. Be blessed. Don't forget . . .
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And I do too!