While I await transport to heaven, I’m keeping myself busy enough, but not too busy. Every cell of my body and spirit knows that “this world is not my home.” Most of you, from all I know, live much busier lives than I do because you have more demands on your lives. Because I have only a husband to care for (and we work well as a team), I have more contemplative and study time. My days are not stuffed. Which reminds me of Thanksgiving and this Christmas season.
Paul and I baked a bird this year to feed a group of ten people around our beautiful Thanksgiving table. Continue reading