I really do like pizza.
We lived near the top of a long hill when we lived in Wiesbaden, Germany. At the bottom of the hill was a small shop by the name of Capizzis. They made some amazing pizzas. The pizzas were small, only about 9 inches across, but they were delicious. We’d buy three so that we could eat one in the car on the way home to our apartment. I can practically smell that shop as I sit here thinking about it.
Now there is an odd thing between me and pizza. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much pizza that I couldn’t take another bite or just one more slice. And I believe I could eat pizza for every meal. I’ve left many a pizza buffet with plenty of room for more. In fact I think the main reason I don’t eat until I explode is 10% embarrassment and 90% hassle. Or maybe those numbers are reversed.
Are there any foods / meals that you just can’t get enough of?
I’m blind in my right eye, not totally blind, but 20/200 which is pretty high on the “dang near blind” scale, so I’m legally blind in my right eye. This is normally not a real problem for me other than one specific event that I do not fully understand. There are times when an eyelash or a small gang of eyelashes will go rogue.
Yesterday on the drive to church I encountered that annoying pain of an eyelash going rogue. You know, when it decides it will stop doing its job of protecting the eyeball from irritants and will instead attack the eyeball it should protect! If it happens to my right eye, I’ll power through and really I can rub it without any concern, but when it happens in my left eye – OOO-WEE! If I attempt to ease the pain by sweeping the eyelash with my finger – there is a moment when I am driving blind. Woe to me if the first swipe just makes the rogue eyelash(es) angry, now it’s really a bad deal for my vision (and the safety of anyone near me).
I wonder why eyelashes go rogue?
We all have them. Some are well founded and some are just silly. When we engage or participate in an activity we are more than likely going in with some expectations. How would our lives look if we did not have expectations? Do expectations hinder or help? Always? What happens if your expectations are not met?
I ordered the crawfish etoufe, I expected a spoon. Tastes just fine with a fork.
The Time and Tide Wait for No One.
Ahh, Happy New Year! Is there any phrase other than “Opening day of Baseball Spring Training” that offers so much hope? So much promise? Optimism is palpable as it simmers just below the surface of all those unspoken thoughts and plans. I know this because I have all of my own happy optimistic plans too. I could list them, but to do so will create a list against which my eventual loss of motivation can be measured and I’m not interested in that.
So today I luxurate in the warmth of my home and watch the pups play and tumble. Maybe I’ll focus on all that I have this year and attempt to weed it down by sharing some of my blessings with others throughout this coming year. I’d love to enter the next year with less stuff. I hope that my resolve to spend less, save more, and give away a good bit is met.
Enjoy your new year and best of luck.
For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another. (Galatians 5:13 ESV)
“Liberty means responsibility. That’s why most men dread it.” – George Bernard Shaw.
The book of Galatians has been a declaration of freedom. The gospel is freedom from sin, from Satan’s kingdom, and ultimately from death. But it’s also freedom from self-salvation projects. We are not trying to earn God’s love for us. The gospel tells us we already have it! Amazing!
But now, what do we do with that freedom? Are we to live however we want? And what, or maybe better, who helps us discover life in this newfound freedom? This week we begin to explore this new life, a life in the Spirit. I want to encourage you to read Galatians 5 to prepare your heart and mind for what we will explore this weekend.
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