Pep Talks

I went to the beautiful windy city last week with my lovely mother & darling daughter.

And we shopped.

I have no picts. to document the trip because who wants to lug a camera when your flipping through racks of clothes?

I like color.

I tell myself this as I walk into the store. 

I tell myself this as I emerge with something black, grey, or brown in my shopping bag.

On Friday's I go to the Farmer's market.

I'd like to spend hours.

 God chooses to brighten the world & the vegetables with a variety of color.

And He does it whether we notice or not.

Whether we say thank you or not.

I went to bed out of sorts last night.

Sometimes I forget.

If I do all I do for Him - then I can forgo others "thanks".

Because He sees the effort.

When I feel stretched thinner than bubblegum blown into a bubble,

He knows.

So I chatted with Him about this when I woke.

I want to serve my family, not for their thanks, but because I love them.

It's ok to put down the enormous list & just shoot hoops,

or read together, or laugh & smile.

So this morning starts with I'm sorry. My attitude stunk. 

But the sun is rising, mercifully proclaiming a new day.