I don't know about you, but I hate throwing food away. Not scrapping the plate into the trash when I can't possibly take another bite, I mean taking out a bottle of salad dressing, or leftovers, or box of baking soda and not having any idea if it's still good. More often than not I throw it away, because here's a fun fact about me-I have essentially no sense of smell. While you may simply sniff the dressing, I just stare at it. Here is a new question I've been pondering lately-if tomatoes are in an unrefrigerated bin at the store, why do I put them in the fridge when I get home? My mom puts every vegetable but potatoes in the fridge, as well as the peanut butter, but that's a different blog post. As the fourth child, my mom didn't explain a lot of kitchen mysteries to me, when I was underfoot in the kitchen she just told me to go read a book instead. That explains a lot of things. So here I am, a late blooming kitchenista, wanting to unlock the hidde...
I have spent the last three days in the company of somewhere around 900 women. I know probably less than 20 of them. It is interesting to me how women can become friends in less time than it takes to make a soy chai latte. Because of that truth I now know 21 of them. That's pretty good for me, because I'm a real introvert, and there is very little about being in a group of any size that makes me comfortable. Even writing about this makes me vaguely uncomfortable. This is a pastors wives retreat, so we have some unique ties that bind, joys and challenges that most women will never experience. Some years ago, maybe even the first year I attended this retreat I went to a workshop that was about being a Spirit filled pastors wife. The speaker made a statement that always stuck with me. "Let the Holy Spirit pick your friends, He knows the ones you need." Among these 900 women are my Holy Spirit friends. They are women with whom I h...
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p.s. 100!...10!
100!...10!! (said in a mock ghetto rapper voice)
p.p.s. not sung in a teletubby voice