Copying Lisa.
Sitting…at the big mahogany table that used to be a dining room table but is now my desk, and anticipating the day when my status report says I’m sitting in the adirondack chair on the front porch.
Drinking…nothing, but I am eating a big bowl of hot Red River cereal with dried cranberries, raisins, maple syrup and milk.
Welcoming…I can tell you what I’m not welcoming: any more snow. And the rain could go away, too.
Praying…that God will give me the strength and skills to do all the things I need to do over the next few months.
Feeling…ready for green—green grass, green leaves, green garden. A few blooming flowers wouldn’t hurt either.
Trying to memorize…the pronunciation of the words to all the non-English language songs the choir is singing for an upcoming service.
Missing…the days when every single day was full of children.
Pondering…what to write here. Should I make up something profound so you think I’m deep? Or should I tell the truth and show how shallow I am?
Realizing…that I’m not a spring chicken.
Reading…Always Ready
Recommending…hot Red River cereal with dried cranberries, raisins, maple syrup and milk. I’d recommend the Greg Bahnsen book, but I’m afraid it might be one of those weird things that I enjoy but no one else does.
Wanting…a little more enthusiasm, a little more energy, an organized basement, a little more love for God.
Wondering…what tomorrow will be, and next year. And eternity.