I saw a movie last week, Risen. Have you seen it yet? It is an interesting narrative on the death, burial and resurrection of Christ from a Roman military tribune, Clavius’ point of view. Set in 33 AD, Clavius is tasked to find the missing body of an executed Jew rumored to have risen form the dead. (IMDb) This entire story is told from one man’s point of view.
I always find it interesting when a fictional character is introduced into a real life story.
Have you ever known, really known you are in the right place? The perfect place for you. It might be a new job, a season, a city…there is peace when you know you are in the right place.
I love my company. I’ve been with Dayspring for over 9 years and I love it. Oh I just said that, well I do love it so much! In those years I have been assigned to several positions and have learned ever so much. I love that we worship each Monday morning, I love that I have a prayer group that meets every Friday morning. I love that prayer, the word and the acknowledgement of the power of the Holy Spirit infuse each product we create and distribute. Continue Reading…
I love my purse. I know it sounds sort of superficial, but it is true I do love it. It comes with a story, which most everything I do, purchase or experience does.
About this time last year, my hubby John and I were on one of our quarterly mini-moons, and as usual I was on the hunt for the perfect bag. John was sitting in chair after chair as I tried on purse after purse. He doesn’t understand trying on something you carry, but you know what I am talking about. A purse has to match my curves. That night we went back to our KC apartment with no new purse.
And the next day the quest began again, until John uttered those green light words, “let’s just go to the coach store and get a purse and stop all this trying on, purchasing one dissatisfying bag after another, and this incessant hunting!” Those weren’t his exact words, but that is what he meant.
What a wonderful idea! This was not my strategy. I was not trying to wiggle him into this declaration. But I was in complete agreement. And so we went.
Here I am. A new season. Now what? Oh sure I knew it was coming. I knew all those people would leave. Sometimes I prayed they would leave and sometimes I wanted to leave (insert any story about sibling rivalry here). But today they are gone. All gone. Grown up, starting families, and careers. Adults. I will not be one of those who says where did the years go, because I know where they went. I lived every single one of them. It doesn’t go fast, it just goes. As time has a way of doing.
Today I’ve got two pots of soup cooking as I write. One loaf of bread in the last stage of baking and another ready to take its place. One strawberry cake to make and I’ll be ready for them to descend on our kitchen. There will be more people than my kitchen can hold and the noise level will rival any college stadium on any given Saturday. It’s hard to imagine that any one hears anything as they all talk at once. The food will be devoured bite by bite in between stories and laughter. I’ll clear the dishes and make the coffee and the visit will continue in the den with a game on (it is fall here and there is always a game on when it is fall). And then like they always do, they will leave. And John and I will slip into jammies and watch a little TV and enjoy the quiet.
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