Happy Sunday, dear friends!
I hope you are having a wonderful weekend and are ready for the week ahead! This week we are talking about dreams, sharing awesome Facebook posts about fear and true friendships and getting real about asking for prayer. It’s all the great stuff of life and I hope you are as encouraged by these posts/podcasts as I am.
I was driving home the other day and the Don Williams song “Lord, I hope this day is good” came on the radio and almost as soon as the song started, tears started flowing down my cheeks. The song has always had this effect on me and yet, I never could put my finger on why.
And then it hit me. The raw vulnerability of the chorus reminded me of all the times I had cried out to God with a similar plea.
As I was making dinner last night, I heard Husband watching the trailer for Fuller House and was instantly transported back to the Friday nights of my formative years.
My best friend and I would often watch together, hanging out in her game room with her little sister. We loved the show and how the girls somehow dealt with many of the same issues we did. I instantly teared up, thinking of all the slumber parties, movie marathons and thousands of secrets whispered between friends.
Husband walked in, saw I was lost in a haze of nostalgia and asked if a TV show from the 90s really had me all misty eyed. I choked out, “Val had a little sister and I was the friend that dropped by all the time.” Husband’s response? “You were Kimmy Gibbler?”
I laughed and said sure, thinking I had done a bad job explaining myself. After all, I was trying to explain that the show meant a lot to me and that there were strong parallels with my life at the time. After all, who would want to be Kimmy Gibbler?
But maybe being Kimmy Gibbler wasn’t such a bad thing. Maybe it was a great thing.
The first six weeks of 2016 have flown by. We’ve had a few unusual stressors come our way, but with those came unexpected opportunities. I had great plans for how I would be nourishing my faith, family, community and health this year, but God had other plans.
To be honest, there are a million better ways to increase your prayer life, strengthen your reliance on others, hold your family a little tighter and get healthier than a motorcycle accident, but we play the hand we are dealt.
Let’s talk about my one word resolution and explore those four areas God placed on my heart, shall we?
Let me put this out there – I’m not a great cook. It’s not that I’m a horrible cook, my food is edible and even tasty, I’m just not very inventive. I tend to rotate through a set of 10 or so dinners for my family. Thankfully, they don’t seem to mind.
It’s strange though, in times of joy or sorrow, my inclination is to feed people. Specifically, I want to make them lasagna. Occasionally I’ll make a roast, but it never feels right.
Lasagna is apparently how I say I love you.