Sometimes people say there's a lot of bragging going on at Facebook, but my 108 friends don't seem to brag at all. They rejoice a lot though and I love it, all of it:
The photos of vacations to Hawaii or France or their new grandbabies or the big family reunions. Their new hairstyles and dresses and weight losses for the upcoming weddings or high school reunions or their childrens' graduations. Their daughters' handsome new husbands, the missions trips, the newly-built decks in the backyard. The great family dogs or additions on the houses or all the backpacks gathered by their churches for low-income children.
The Bible says to rejoice with those who rejoice and that is the intent of my friends--they're rejoicing over God's extreme goodness, not bragging. Facebook (and Blogland) are perfect places to practice rejoicing and they also reflect back to us like mirrors, as we read and view photos, exactly what's growing inside our own hearts.
So while driving home this glorious morning from probably 8 yard sales where I bought absolutely nothing, I chose to be philosophical, repeating to myself, "Some yard sale days are like that," and reminded myself of the treasures I'd discovered yesterday. And not even knowing the way home, I just headed through a maze of old neighborhoods in the general direction of Hobbit Cottage when oh! I spied another sale.
And this is where it gets weird. I mean, that out-of-the-blue yard sale had a roll-around tea cart that (nearly) matches our cupboards and I'd told Tom weeks ago that I'd like to find just such a cart to use as a kitchen island.
(The top lifts off to become a tray. Update: Probably I'll spray paint it all a pale yellow or green to brighten things.)
Insert the Twilight Zone theme music here.
If you saw where I was (and where I live), in the middle of thousands of swing-you-back-to-the-1940's neighborhoods, literally, you'd agree that God must have led me there. Just one street over and I'd have missed it. Not only was the tea cart only $5, but the kind, happy-type-of-New-Yorker-that-I-love lady (and her 40-something son who placed the cart in my car) charged me only $1 for all of these remarkable things:
(The 1950's and 60's Ford Times magazines are awesome: someday I will show you their insides. And Dinner for Two has all that a perfect cookbook should have.)
Oh wow. Slowly I'm learning to never let disappointment bulldoze my faith that something remarkable could be waiting down the street. After all, God responds to faith, not whining.
Then as I continued to wind my way home, I glimpsed a sign for an estate sale so I followed the arrows and found myself the only person (for awhile) wandering through the old house and gasped, thinking, "Be still my built-in-loving heart," when I saw these in the dining room:
Can you believe all those shelves?(The house is for sale, so at home I looked it up online and got that photo for you.) At that sale, I found two nice hanging wooden shelves for only $1 each.
So there you go. Another weekend morning driving around with God and Grace and letting them take me on adventures they knew ahead of time that I'd enjoy. I would quip that old-fashioned line, "It's the only way to go!," except that no, we can always go our own way and miss out on the best of everything.
"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning." ... James 1:17
Speaking of those Ford magazines, last week at Netflix I watched a documentary about Henry Ford and was pretty much horrified. Oh dear--interesting, but so sad.