Maybe it’s just me, but those French Toast sticks from Burger King… amazing! Granted, I’ve been sicker than a dog for nearly a week now, mostly surviving on crackers, but still.
It was like eating these pillowy soft, yet crispy, sticks of yummy bread… sooooo good! If you’ve never tried them, you should.
In honor of this mornings breakfast, I bring you some special cookies…
Cookie?
Words have never been the problem, actually. I’m betting pretty high numbers that the problem with words is, well, operator error… just sayin!
Want a cookie?
There’s only one good way to approach a budget, in my opinion. You have to pretty much sneak up on it and take hold, before it gets away. Trust me… if it sees you coming, your budget will leave you in the dirt, wondering where on earth it went!
Cookie?
If you want me to give you a yes or no answer regarding whether or not I’m patriotic… you’re probably going to be disappointed!
What I can tell you is that I was born on this soil, have poured my blood, sweat, and tears into it for 56 years… and I still feel the rush of pleasure each time I plant something new in the soil. Make if it what you will.
Cookie?
Did you know that it certain parts of this very nation, you can go to jail for spitting on the side walk? There are many laws from generations ago that have yet to be updated and/or rewritten, so the odds of someone accidentally breaking the law are higher than one would think.
Want a cookie?
I promise I haven’t stolen them…
Well, I wouldn’t actually use that as a title, but I have no intention of giving you the actual title before I’ve actually gotten it published! That would be silly of me. And, I’d be more likely to use this picture for my cover instead of the one above…
Now, I’ll distract you with some cookies…
The law bring only death, and I’ve chosen to follow the One who gives eternal life…
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33
Cookie?
I look at my ideal dream home as a part of my journey, yet to be traveled… and I like presents quite a lot! How boring would it be if we knew exactly what was wrapped beneath our tree on Christmas Morning, right?! We love to wonder, speculate, and/or try to peek, though we know we must wait for the big OPEN! That’s what’s so beautiful about gifts, you know?
Besides, I don’t want to paint a picture of a thing that God has been preparing for such a long time, as He will far exceed any description I might offer. Plus, it’ll make the unwrapping of our future place so exciting! I can’t wait to wander from room to room, gratefully discovering all the things God included in the installation process… He’s like that, you know?
Imagine how disappointing it would be for us if we went to all the trouble of making a gift, only to have the recipient send us an add-on list.
I know, I know, this is just a prompt about a dream home, and I get it… really I do!
But, honestly, after being without an actual place to call home for the last few years now… a bed with four walls, along with an actual written address that doesn’t include wheels underneath, would suit me just fine! Unfortunately, that looks very bland in dream home standards, so I’m relying heavily on God’s providence for all the bells and whistles… just sayin!
I did make some dreamy cookies…
Journey With Me! 