::are you there?

Work decided to take me out and then mother nature had her turn kicking me while I was down. So, not much to report other than to whine about being too busy and sick.

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Happy news: I started painting the trim in my house (This was a while ago...before the pandemonium). Got the guest bathroom done and it looks SO nice. :)

::such is life

Sometimes you just need to be a little dramatic to get your point across...

::yah...

::worth the effort?

I'm considering stencilling the back wall in my laundry room. (The wall that faces the cabinetry, not my kitchen...so you would only see the stencil if you were standing in the laundry room.) I've found a couple stencils I like, and am having a hard time deciding. Thoughts?

::reminds me of

Mom

::an exerpt

This post is really not about football. It's about recognizing myself—and likely you too—in the quarterback's responses to the great play and the bad play. When I am glad or relieved or achieving, it's chest bumps and fist pumps, head back and hands raised. These are gestures. When I am dismayed or upset or missing my targets, it's shoulder slumps and head droops. These are postures.

The difference is slight. A gesture is chosen, a posture emerges. A gesture is conditioned, a posture is ingrained. In other words, my postures come more natural to me. And this is why, in John Piper's way of putting it, I have to fight for joy; why I need and want to thank God profusely for every positive yard gained at church, home, life.

The bottom may fall out the next play. How does the Bible put it? Sin crouches, pestilence stalks at midday, the flesh is weak. God is not arbitrary. Life is. But when it is the gestures of praise and gratitude coach my posture back upright in order to return to the line of scrimmage. Not reluctantly but eagerly.

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