As most of you know, my husband is the 1998 Illinois State Cherry Pit Spitting Champion. However, it appears the mantle is passing to the next generation.
Last week our grandson, Matthew, was having fun eating cherries and when I told him that Cherry Pit Spitting is a very real competition, he got right find more here
Warning: Spoiler alerts ahead. I love spoiler alerts. I usually read the last pages of a novel before I read the first because I want to know if the time and emotional investments are worth spending.
I know this bothers some people… a LOT. Nevertheless, I don’t continue here
Fortunately, for me, there is a place where the sweet is released and the bitter is contained, and for me that place is God’s sovereignty.
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Our old Chevy Station Wagon (just like the one above only dark green) didn’t have AC, was cramped and crowded, out of style, and did I mention green? We were all beyond excited when Dad finally decided it was time to trade her in!
When he pulled into the driveway with a sleek new light blue, shiny, air-conditioned beauty we were overjoyed.
We quickly piled in for a ride and our trip went right past the car dealership where we saw our old, green used-up, dilapidated, banged up, has-been of a vehicle in the back lot. We asked Dad to turn around so we could see her one more time.
From our new perspective, sitting in the air-conditioned comfort of our new car, our old car looked abandoned, lonely, and rejected. Our hearts were heavy for our discarded green friend sitting all alone in the back of the lot.
As I recall, we actually cried as we drove home. We loved that car; it had proved faithful to our family and now we had tossed her aside. Believe it or not, – find more here>
I know that’s the way of life. You are born. You live. You die. And people learn to live without you. It’s inevitable
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