This morning as we were driving to church it was sixty degrees. Only a few hours later, it was thirty degrees with a nineteen-degree wind chill. I just want it to be made known that I am NOT OKAY with this.
Today after church, my family headed to Chattanooga for my grandfather’s choir concert. We stopped at Zaxby’s for lunch—which always makes me think of softball, since my team generally eats there in-between games on tournament days—and then headed north, driving through the rain until the antique markets and signs for boiled peanuts and old houses filled with character gave way to the rolling hills of Chattanooga. We sat in a large Methodist church with my grandma and listened to the all of the old familiar Christmas tunes rising in perfect harmony.
Wearing: Black dress, black leggings, a jean jacket, and my favorite South American earrings.
Reading: Second Chance Summer by Morgan Matson. It’s an excellent story with excellent characters and an excellent message about family, although it makes me cry every time I finish it.
Writing: All I had time for today was the routine 1,000 words of my novel, and that happened in the car on the way to Tennessee. I did brainstorm a bit for a devotional that a website has asked me to write, though, and scribbled some other random thoughts in a notebook a little while ago.
Eating: A little bit too much peppermint bark. Thank you, Mrs. Misty!
Grateful for: The restaurant we always eat at with my grandparents—the Epicurean—and its waitresses. Not only do they know my grandparents’ orders and bring their drinks as soon as we’re seated, but they ooh and ah as my grandparents open their Christmas gifts, tell us neat stories about other customers, and stop by to chat even if they aren’t serving our table.
Start the week knowing this: you are forgiven. Known. Called. Set apart. Made worthy. Loved. Searched out. Pulled close.