Oh Nuts

This is a post that I started back in 2020 during the "height" of the coronavirus and then sort of forgot about and let fall to the side. Especially since I have only put out one post in 2021, compared to all of the ones that I had put out during 2020. When I started working on the idea for this post, while I don't remember where I came up with or found the topic, I asked people a simple question about what made them vulnerable or how they showed/felt discomfort. While I didn't get that many answers for either question, the ones that I did receive were good responses to what I had asked.  The photo was taken by me My original title for this post was "Seek Discomfort and Vulnerability," but sometimes I think those things find us instead. And I believe that was part of my thought process behind asking the questions and then this post. When we are faced with discomfort and vulnerability, either together or separately, we have to face them, and sometimes it fee...

  Photo by Mishaal Zahed on Unsplash Life is like burnt toast. Riding highs, riding lows, Some people make french toast. Sitting in a warm glow Baking until you're crisp Life is like burnt toast. Sometimes soft Sometimes black Sometimes in the middle. Life is like burnt toast. 

  For all of my knitting buddies A NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all around me was unfinished knitting not under the tree. The stockings weren’t hung by the chimney with care ‘cause the heels and toes had not a stitch there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, but I had not finished the caps for their heads. Dad was asleep; he was no help at all, and the sweater for him was six inches too small. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I put down my needles to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tripped over my yarn, and fell with a crash. The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow reminded me how much I still had to go. Out on my lawn, I heard such a noise, I thought it would wake both Dad and the boys. And although I was tired, my brain a bit thick, I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick! What I heard then left me somewhat perplexed-ed, for not a name I heard was what I expected. “Move Ashfor...

Photo was taken by me I will offer a sacrifice of praise, I know it's gonna cost me The cost is not greater than the cross where you bought me I was lost and you sought me, I was ignorant, you taught me I was impotent against my enemies, you fought for me I exist for your glory, never for mine I know I never would shine if it wasn't for your spirit inside You made me alive when I was dead in trespasses The passion of Christ left my sin in the past tense Every good and perfect gift comes from your hand You set me back on course when I run from your plan No excuse to refuse to lift my voice Because the gospel is true, there's always a reason to rejoice And that doesn't mean that my sorrow is inconspicuous But when I grieve, I got a greater joy in the midst of it The joy of knowing I will see you face to face And it's all to the praise of your glorious grace ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Doxology // Song by Beautiful Eulogy

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