Sunday, January 12, 2025

thankful

This morning I received the sign of the cross with holy water on my forehead.  It was "remember your baptism" day at FUMC.  I was not baptized as an infant like some so I vaguely remember being sprinkled as an older child.  Probably around fifth grade.  The UMC honors all forms of baptism including the proverbial dunk which some prefer in the tradition of John the Baptist.  He and Jesus were distant cousins from what I gather about Mary and Elizabeth.  Mary Beth smiled at me as she placed the water on my forehead.  "Remember your baptism and be thankful."  And I am, for so many things.

The world is a crazy place right now.  Sometimes it scares me but not often because I have faith in God's plan for us.  It was my cousin Mo's birthday and I sat with she and her family..who are MY family as well.  She always cooks Sunday dinner for them so that will be her party.  Livvie has already looked at the calendar and found that HER birthday is on a Sunday as well.  I love that connection.  

One of my oldest friends passed away yesterday.  He and his wife have been a part of my life as long as I can remember.  They even got married in my yard on a windy March day when we could barely keep the cloths on the tables!  At that time my husband rarely worked weekends but got called in for Saturday duty so it was up to me to throw the wedding.  It was indeed a group effort.  They have been together for 47 years total.  Mamye is near and dear to me and Lauren in so many ways.  LP never really had an official godmother, but Mamye was the one who was always there.  

Continuing with the gratitude, I am about to use two large cans of Albacore tuna to make a salad.  It has been a long time since the cupboard was this empty but we make do.  Yesterday I used leftover cornbread to make crostini and it was delicious!  Topped it with melted butter and bagel seasoning.  I ate it cold for lunch today and savored every bite.  

The remnants of Friday's snow are hanging around on the north side waiting for the next round.  This weekend is the fifth anniversary of the creation of my stoma that is aptly named Poopie because that was my childhood nickname.  It seems appropriate, if you know what I mean.  Most ostomates name their stomas, in case you didn't realize.  Inquiring minds want to know.

Anywho, it's the beginning of another week for us.  Let us be glad and rejoice in it ^j^

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