Meanderings

Yesterday was one of those days when I didn’t do much besides sit at my computer. Although it looked like I was just sitting, believe me, I was working–hard! I went with a teenager named Jay as he faced a bully at school and agonized with his parents on how to deal with the problem. I sympathized with a girl who wanted to go to her grandmothers’ house for Thanksgiving as her family usually did but weather and finances prevented it. The reason the Lord rearranged the family’s schedule became clear when a runaway child showed up on their doorstep. In other words, I had a writing deadline which I was working hard to meet. One more story and I’ll have completed it. I’ve written for this Christian press for more than 25 years and although it is always time-consuming, it is also a blessing and I enjoy it. After it is on its way, I’ll finish the third Darcy and Flora book. 

In between writing, I worked on a gourd. I have recently bought a hand-held gourd saw, really a tiny jigsaw. I do like it! It does curves and corners with ease. After cutting out the gourd, I painted and varnished it, between sessions at the computer.

A nice change of pace when my son dropped in briefly. We had a short chat then he was off again. Have you parents ever noticed that when your child shows up in your doorway, the day suddenly grows brighter and you can’t keep from smiling? When my family comes to visit but doesn’t stay long,  I remember what my dad used to say when my visits with him and Mom and were too short. He would ask, “Did you come after a coal of fire?”

At the end of the day, the idea came to me that I had better bake some cookies because the cookie cupboard was bare. My grandchildren have told me that if I don’t have a fresh supply of cookies on hand, I am falling down on the job. So, I lit into baking and oatmeal cookies were the result. I didn’t have any chocolate chips so I added a dollop of peanut butter and a handful of shredded coconut to the recipe. Makes them even tastier.

When my brother and sister-in-law called, I suddenly found that I was tired. Why? The day’s housework had been minimal and I had mostly sat. I’ve come to the conclusion that brain work is tiring physically. Should it be? I don’t know.

This morning I look through my window on the world at my extremely quiet street and see that only a few leaves tremble in a breeze which sighs through. A cloudy sky curves above the houses and crepe myrtle bows its head over the container garden, as if blessing it.

This is Sunday, the Lord’s day, and, speaking of blessings, to all my readers I offer my favorite blessing,  ancient, beautiful words  found in the Book of Numbers: “The Lord bless thee, and keep thee; The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee; The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.”