Tuesday Trivets

Today, I find myself grateful.

My mom moved up to Shelton just over a year ago.  Since then, she’s found a great church to be a part of, full of friendly, caring people.  She joined Anna’s Bay Chorale, along with my husband, and has been able to find her musical soulmates up here on the Olympic Peninsula. I’m proud of her.

Today, I took a short walk out in the fresh morning air.  My calf hurts less and less.  But I won’t push it. Through a Google search, I found a website that made the most sense to me.  Gonna follow his lead. I’ll be up and running in no time.

Rex, bless his heart, has taken to bringing me his fresh kills.

Rex’s catch.

Rex also captured an empty water bottle last night. It’s possible he might need medical intervention, since he moved away from killing members of the rodent family.  Perhaps Rex and the rodent kingdom reached some sort of detente.  Not sure why he’s taken to bringing me cylindrical objects, though, of late, but I try to be appreciative. The PVC pipe scraps bring him much joy. Maybe it’s some sort of geometry lesson.

Sometimes life is like that.  You don’t know what gifts will come your way.  Maybe you can’t even construe them as gifts at the time you receive them. They might even masquerade as challenges, complete with frustration and angst. It’s only later that you see their potential. Sometimes, it’s a gift to not get what you wanted right away. Waiting and surrender enter your everyday vocabulary. Then, when it happens, straight out of the blue, it’s like the heavens opened up and you find yourself soaring above the clouds.  Your onetime insurmountable obstacle gave you wings.

Hallelujah!

Whatever is good and perfect is a gift coming down to us from God our Father, who created all the lights in the heavens. He never changes or casts a shifting shadow. – James 1:17