Domestic Newsflash

I’m sitting across from a luscious double chocolate brownie who is winking at me. I’ve been saving up for this rare treat all day. I knew there was a free sweet or pastry on my Panera card, so I redeemed it on my way home from helping my little friend with her schoolwork this afternoon. Now that it’s really here, and I’m all washed up in my pink plaid pajama pants and pink shirt with black butterflies, smelling delightfully like tea tree and mint and witch hazel, I can’t make up my mind to really eat it.
It was wonderful of God to create woman, and even spunkier to make her girlish.
The silk and satin and singing of the King and I is extremely satisfying to us, so is a cool room with windows flung open for the night air to push our maroon curtains around, so is Tila-tilo tea from Spain-grown linden blossoms, also purple finger-nail polish, and very long skirts that swirl just right, and wildflowers, and what about cuddly kittens or a scarf assortment?
Or a new hairstyle? My dad said to me- ‘Girls cut their hair and then laugh about it.’ Why do we find it amusing to feel new and look stylish?

The poetry of Autumn air has set upon Kentucky. Puffy clouds race across the skies, woods blaze in flashy, dying colors, flocks of blackbirds make their noisy rounds, and wild gray squirrels bury acorns in the wet clover-covered ground.
A grand festival is anticipated in Glendale (the little town where the train runs through.) Thousands will be there Saturday. Everything craftsy and tasty will be for the taking from local friends and cooks. Great caldrons of chili are sold by the cup-full, and slabs of peanut-brittle by the bag; there will be all things wood and wool and yarn and steel for art and use.
Though it is an annual experience and only about ten miles away, I haven’t been to the October Fest in years, so I am excited to be helping some friends at their booth. I’ll pull on my sensible new pair of rain-boots, take a jacket with me, and perhaps throw on a hat very early in the morning.

Every day would be a dull and colorless event if we failed to appreciate the homey things that keep life meaningful. Jesus honored small, familiar things by using them to teach us of high and holy matters: the kingdom of heaven is like a woman sweeping her house, a hearer and doer of the good Word is like a construction worker, spiritual nourishment is like tending a plant, God’s provision is like a glorious daisy, false prophets are like a diseased fruit tree, your Father in heaven is like a daddy who gives the best gifts ever, faith is like a tiny seed, devotion to God is like a secret in your closet, Jesus’ redemption is like a wise doctor, His joy for the church is like a happy man at his own wedding, preaching to lost souls is like helping a sheep who is hurt, living in the end times is like predicting the weather, etc. etc. etc.

But seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.
The works of the Lord are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.