2018 March 10 Saturday in Liberty Hill Texas
61° and starry a sky this morning. It quickly climbed to the mid eighties. That’s when the air conditioner went on and doors and me were shut. We topped out at 90°.
Saturday sweet Saturday, peaceful Sabbath to slow us from our busy life. On a recent post I mentioned that I seldom realize that the weekend has arrived … or is over for that matter. However this seems to have been a busier than usual week. And having a Saturday with nothing (not every a ball game) is welcomed with a sigh.
I posted yesterday about not finding cottage cheese at the locations where I had stopped. Today I was still hungerin’ for lasagna.
What do you do when you need cottage cheese for your recipe and you don’t have any?
Well, if you had enough milk and some lemon juice, you could make some.
Or, if you had some cream cheese, you could add a little milk, a pinch of salt, and mash it together with a potatoes masher.
And tada you have cottage cheese.
And a short time later you have lasagna.
I received a text in the afternoon inviting us to go with Jenny, Arik, and kids to San Antonio on Monday. We’d be going to a couple missions and food and maybe Mexican market.
I responded “Yes. It is something we would really like to do. We’ve been here six years and not been down to see it. However, I really am not able to walk very far or for very long. And Ella isn’t much better.” I suggested that we could walk until we had to stop and then we’d sit and wait. Really just spending time with the kids and grandkids is reason enough.
God outdid himself painting the sky tonight.
“I made the earth, formed it, and set it in place. My name is the LORD. This is what the LORD says: Call to me, and I will answer you. I will tell you great and mysterious things that you do not know.”
Yesterday I placed several calls to businesses. Each time I was greeted by automated voice systems. You know what I’m talking about, right? Push 1 for this option or 2 for that. And none of them are the answer to your reason for calling. Most of us know by now that my dialing 0 you may be able to speak to a real live person. But first you hear, “Please hold for the next available agent (did they just say Asian?). Your call will be answered in the order it was received. Do not hang up and redial. Due to higher than normal traffic, your wait time will be 16 minutes.” You sit and listen to elevator music which is intermittently interrupted by a canned voice telling you, “Your call is important to us. Please continue to hold.” 53 minutes later you finally reach a human, who listens and then says, “Please hold and I’ll transfer you to that department.”
Only after your patience had been pushed to its limits, do you get to talk to someone who says, “I’ve made note of your request and someone will get back to you in the next three to five business days.”
Thank God that He hears and He answers. I’m so glad that I can speak directly to Him anytime and anywhere. Amen?