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?
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…
The first thing we should be doing when we get some great, amazingly fantastic news, and even down to the smallest of blessings, is to bend a knee to the God who made it possible!
Why is that such a hard thing for us to do, I wonder?
Why can’t God get the first, and most important thank you, before we go patting ourselves on the back for a thing we think we deserve the credit for? It’s rather simple, really! Just stop and thank Him! Then, go do the next thing we do with good news… tell somebody about it, celebrate, and have a glad heart!
At least, that’s what I like to do.
Here, have a cookie…
they might not be great or amazingly fantastic, but they’ll do in a pinch!
Why would I ever do a thing like that?
Here, grab a cookie before you go…
My nana always had candy, bowls of it, in fact! She always made sure they were freshly filled for our little visiting fingers, whenever we stayed at her home.
They weren’t always the some, though, because she liked variety… and she knew that we would too. Some days she’d have a mix of peppermint, butterscotch, and cinnamon flavored hard candies. My personal favorite were the butterscotch!
On special occasions, there would be bowls all over her home, in sets of three; one bowl with nuts, one with candies, and one with mixed chocolates. I always cleaned out the little candies, specifically the yellow butter mints. You know, for some funny reason, when I ran across them in a store and bought them, the flavor wasn’t the same… how sad, right?!
Honestly, I think it’s the memory of my nana’s house that I fondly recall, more than the candy. Perhaps it’s better to keep the flavor fantasy, just that… a fantasy, a sweet dream of more innocent times.
I still really do love butter mints, and yellow is still my favorite color, and I doubt that will ever change…
Don’t forget to take a cookie…
I most assuredly could use a break, and thank you for asking. I don’t mind if I do…
And, what might I need a break from? Overly repetitive prompts for starters, but not just that… could we start asking more positive questions, for crying out loud!
Anyway, since the questions been asked, you might as well know what I’ll be doing with my free time. Gaming, of course!
My trigger finger’s itchy…
However, I haven’t forgotten your cookies.
I’m not a complete monster…
… just the cookie kind!
From the beginning of time, there was a need for babysitters. What mother would say no to the chance for “free-time”, am I right?!
The chance to breathe her own air, if only for a few precious hours. She can go where she wants, do what she wants, and eat whatever she desires…
without having to hide in the downstairs closet, while she does so!
Mother’s are non-stop caring machines, never-ending nurturers, and 24 hour prayer warriors, for their prodigy…
to do a thing well, she simply must have occasional reprieves.
So, God Bless all those babysitter’s who fill the gap, when moms need a refresh… Thank You!
Cookies?
Journey With Me! 