Outside My Window. . . is a gloomy day. The sun is trying to shine through the clouds, but a storm is looming. I know the wind is blowing, as the smaller tree branches are swaying. I admire trees; they are perfect role models. Their core is strong and hardly moves when the world around them is in turmoil. My goal is to be more like a tree with my faith as the core. Though I may be assaulted with troubles and worries, I strive to withstand the brunt of the storm with my core to keep me steady. Yes, I want to be like a tree.
I am thinking. . . that I can not control the actions and behavior of those around me. I can only control my own actions and thoughts.
I am thankful... for the opportunity to stay home today. Normally, I volunteer on Monday mornings, but another lady wanted the shift today. I am content to stay home and be lazy.
In the kitchen... my breakfast awaits: oatmeal heating in the microwave.
I am wearing... my pajamas and robe. I am enjoying my idleness this morning.
I am creating... a cowl from scrap sock yarn, a baby blanket, cowls, and stitch markers.
I am planning... to knit up as much of my scrap yarn stash as I can before the end of the year. I managed to make a dent this week, and with any luck, I may reach my goal.
I am reading... Vinegar Hill by A. Manette Ansay. It is such a sad book: the character's life is so out of control, yet she can do nothing about her circumstances, at least so far.
I am praying... for my neighbors. He has lung cancer and is taking daily radiation treatments for which he must travel four hours round trip.
I am hearing... the rumble of construction equipment down the street where a neighbor is building a garage.
One of my favorite things... a small, silver locket that my brother gave me about forty years ago.
A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: attend a dinner party with my knitting group and write some Christmas cards.
Here is picture thought I am sharing...
Help them contribute to the world around them.
This photo was taken about two years ago at the B-17 bomber exhibit. It was the last photo I took that day, and I felt fortunate to catch the scene between this man and the little girl. She was so intent on tying his shoe. I am sure his laces were a mass of knots when she finished, but she felt good about what she was doing because she was "helping."
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