Until further notice, I am reverting to Old Lore style posts. Partly because, as I mentioned, I'm obsessed with noticing the mundane recently. And partly because my life is mundane recently.
Yesterday a strawberry rhubarb pie with a lattice topped crust was made. It is yummy. Only, I think, too sweet. I'm going to try and find another recipe with less sugar. If anyone has any great recipes feel free to call this an opportunity to stop lurking and offer something in return for all your past lurking. You know who you are.
A conversation around the mid-afternoon mismash meal reminded me of another conversation that occurred yesterday morning, which reminded me of another conversation a few months ago: I am very good at encouraging other people to do things I myself won't do. In this afternoon's case, fifteen minutes of art a day. In yesterday morning's case, poetry writing. In February's case, the fact that I promised to write for 30 straight days and didn't make good on that promise (I plead the broken finger).
This reminded me of a prophetic word shouted over me a few months ago. It was given a few weeks before the big Doozie and, somehow, got a bit overlooked in the processing I did over the three page transcript I came away with from said Doozie. Here's a piece of the first one.
Everyone in the crowd laughed. I mean, people didn't even try to be discreet about how right on this guy was. It wasn't like they all sat there and said, "No, no, you've got it wrong. She's got plenty of wisdom concerning her own life." No! They laughed, which, in prophet-speak, means something's ringing true. And so it was. Is. Was. And is.
So my challenge this week? Getting prophetic insights into my own circumstances. Lord knows (and He does) they need some.
Tonight I snuggled with two friends, twins, and HGTV for a few hours. Call it a waste of time if you will, but the honest truth is that I'll gladly watch any amount of TV for a few hours if it means I get these bundles of boy in my arms. Sigh.
Then I drove home in the rain. It was 9:45pm and the horizon was still a brilliant orange. I love summer.
Yesterday a strawberry rhubarb pie with a lattice topped crust was made. It is yummy. Only, I think, too sweet. I'm going to try and find another recipe with less sugar. If anyone has any great recipes feel free to call this an opportunity to stop lurking and offer something in return for all your past lurking. You know who you are.
A conversation around the mid-afternoon mismash meal reminded me of another conversation that occurred yesterday morning, which reminded me of another conversation a few months ago: I am very good at encouraging other people to do things I myself won't do. In this afternoon's case, fifteen minutes of art a day. In yesterday morning's case, poetry writing. In February's case, the fact that I promised to write for 30 straight days and didn't make good on that promise (I plead the broken finger).
This reminded me of a prophetic word shouted over me a few months ago. It was given a few weeks before the big Doozie and, somehow, got a bit overlooked in the processing I did over the three page transcript I came away with from said Doozie. Here's a piece of the first one.
Everyone in the crowd laughed. I mean, people didn't even try to be discreet about how right on this guy was. It wasn't like they all sat there and said, "No, no, you've got it wrong. She's got plenty of wisdom concerning her own life." No! They laughed, which, in prophet-speak, means something's ringing true. And so it was. Is. Was. And is.
So my challenge this week? Getting prophetic insights into my own circumstances. Lord knows (and He does) they need some.
Tonight I snuggled with two friends, twins, and HGTV for a few hours. Call it a waste of time if you will, but the honest truth is that I'll gladly watch any amount of TV for a few hours if it means I get these bundles of boy in my arms. Sigh.
Then I drove home in the rain. It was 9:45pm and the horizon was still a brilliant orange. I love summer.
posted by Lore at 31.5.08
1 Comments:
Okay, I'm sending you an original recipe that's actually pretty good. It's called Purplemole'. See what you think.
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