Sunday, September 2, 2007
And Be Thankful.
I awoke this morning to a throat-lump-inducing, crisp-like-a-perfect-fall-apple dawn and a red mug of morning nectar the perfect shade of deep khaki served up just for me by my gorgeous, loving, sweet, funny husband. The sun filters through our back window over diamond-studded grass, sparkling with promise as we loll in our warm, cozy kitchen. Five fresh tomatoes I picked from my vines in the back yard last night wait on the windowsill in single file. This afternoon I'll peel and dice them then gather verdant handfuls of fresh basil from patio pots and stir the fruits of my labor and God's elements together into fresh bruschetta topping for a neighborhood party celebrating the waning days of our second summer on the prairie.
Let the peace that Christ gives rule in your hearts. As parts of one body, you were appointed to live in peace. And be thankful.