My first rosebud is opening!

How I love a do-nothing Saturday. I've been so cynical lately, annoyed with my self and with others, annoyed with the world and humanity, annoyed with failure, annoyed that I am not God. But there is something about a do-nothing Saturday that is healing, I think. Maybe some of the cynicism will wash away. Maybe Someone can change my attitude.

So this is a good do-nothing day. I did nothing while I weeded the garden, and I did nothing while I checked on my herbs, just to see that they are looking healthy. I did nothing visiting Grandpa, too, and walking to the post office for the mail. Nothing while I hung freshly washed sheets and towels on the line, and nothing as I helped rescue a soaked cat from the swimming pool. I love doing nothing as the warm sun touches my skin, nothing as I caress the first of my red roses opening. Nothing as I ate ice cream, and drank limeade. Nothing at all.

I love a do-nothing Saturday. Maybe I will finish that amazing story I got partway through when I had to quit reading last night because I was so tired. It was about David, when Absolom tried to take the kingdom, and right before I stopped reading, there he was, climbing the Mount of Olives, barefoot and with his head covered, and weeping. Weeping and weeping, the King and the people with him. I should find out what happens to him. Hmm...I think it was in 1 Samuel...

And whoever reads this book outloud...

My Water Bottle

So you know that post awhile back that listed all the things I'd lost and then how I'd found them?

Yes, yes, my blog is lame and boring.

But I found my lost nalgene water bottle.

And I thought you all should know.

Rejoice with me.

1 1/4 inches???!!!

My parents have a special wall in our kitchen. It's covered with names and dates, lines telling how tall we were and are, the story of our growing.

I was surprised today, by that wall. My dad was measuring my 5 year old brother. He grew about 1 1/2 inches since last September. So I asked him to measure me, knowing that I am done growing, and would be exactly as tall as the last mark, which was in January of '07.

I grew 1 1/4 inches! I couldn't believe that I would grow between my 23rd and 25th years. I hadn't grown taller in several years before that.

But maybe it is a symbol. I had a huge spiritual growth spurt during that time period. Maybe my King just wanted to give me a physical reminder that He cares about my growing.

Who knew I'd grow 1 1/4 inches taller while I was growing closer to my King! Thank you Jesus, for caring about all of my life :) I love You!

Hmm...summer's finally on it's way??

Did you know that it is uniquely difficult to find worthwhile subject matter for this blog? Maybe I just don't find much of interest to share from my life these days. Or maybe I'm too busy living it to take the time to share it! For example, in the past two weeks I've lived:

One ninth birthday...complete with special breakfast, dinner, presents, and "cake." (it was brownies).

Two days of gardening...planting potted herbs in my particular spot, tilling and raking the larger vegetable garden, testing the soil, adding compost (mmm!) and beginning to plant the veggies.

One beautifully restful Sunday complete with Pride and Prejudice...the book.

Four days of preparing and enjoying the company of my sisters Cher and Rach, including another Birthday celebration and all that it entails.

Three days on the road searching for a prom dress.

One sister's first prom.

And today? Marissa and Sully have been wearing the goggles they got for her birthday and dunking their heads in a bucket of water (ya, my idea). Then they run to the swings saying "we did it, we did it," in a singsong voice, and repeat. And repeat. And repeat. Hey, they're having fun!

Hope you are also having some summer fun.
I dread the busy life I will have soon.