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Sunshine Love

This weekend was perfect. The weather was sublime, I planted the garden, the boys went to the Orange and White game, and we lounged outside on the patio like we’ve been longing to do since October. It was absolute perfection.

Today is a different story weather-wise, but let’s focus on the good.

In the garden are sweet Georgia onions, rosemary, thyme, three types of tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, eggplants, buttercrunch lettuce, and strawberries. The strawberries and lettuce are experiments. We’ll see what happens.

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Short Story 2: Tuesday

I felt it fitting to post my second short story, Tuesday, on a Tuesday. Corny, I know.

Like my first story, The Prep Room, I pulled from Chuck’s life experiences to write Tuesday.  My quiet, unsuspecting husband is more interesting than he lets on.

Feel free to offer feedback.  Also, there’s profanity, just in case you’re sensitive to that sort of thing.

Tuesday

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Some Friends are Family

My house and heart were full this weekend. Corey, Gwen and Alex came to visit. There was good food, good company, and good conversation. We made another deposit in what has turned out to be a lifelong relationship.

Corey and I met in 1991, or there abouts, when she befriended a shy, heavyset girl who’d just moved to Atlanta. And even though I’ve moved three or four more times since then, our loyalty to one another remained. We grew up and made families and brought them into the fold. To say these people are friends seems entirely inadequate.  They are the family we choose.

Here we are in 2005, pre-Jackson.

With Corey and Alex in 2005

And yesterday…

Corey and Me April 2014

Jeremy and Alex April 2014

I’m sure I could scrounge up a picture or two from the early 90s, but I’m not that cruel.

 

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The Ultimate Goal: To be at peace

Here’s a nugget of goodness to chew on this weekend.

You can’t be connected with God until you’re at peace with who you are. If you’re still upset that God have you this body or this life or this family or these circumstances, you will never be able to connect with God in a healthy, thriving, sustainable sort of way. You’ll be at odds with your maker. And if you can’t come to terms with who you are and the life you’ve been given, you’ll never be able to accept others and how they were made and the lives they’ve been given. And until you’re at peace with God and those around you, you will continue to struggle with your role on the planet, your part to play in the ongoing creation of the universe. You will continue to struggle and resist  and fail to connect.

This paragraph leapt off the page and smacked me in the face yesterday. I’m about half way through Rob Bell’s Sex God: Exploring the Endless Connections Between Sexuality and Spirituality, so if I encounter any more earth-shattering bits, I’ll post them for you.

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