"Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ..." ... 2 Corinthians 10:5
Tom's, Naomi's and my weekend hasn't been 4th of July-ish by most standards, but quite pleasant, nonetheless.
Well, except that I broke a tooth (at least not one that shows) and Tom's foot hurts more than usual (he has a podiatrist appt. this week) and we are both old and falling apart. But other than that, hey. Things are peachy.
By way of BuffaloFreeCycle we gave away a vintage maple cupboard thingy and I enjoyed the emails I received from sweet women inquiring about it. Oh, the friendly folks of Buffalo! They're everywhere we go.
Yesterday we hired movers to bring a (ridiculously heavy) 'gentleman's closet' inside from our car, something Tom bought via Salvation Army. After they left, I helped Tom load it with his stuff, but even my gifted-ness at organization was sorely tried when dealing with his items which make no sense to me. Alas. But at least I got him started.
Speaking of Salvation Army, the three of us visited two today and because I felt 0 grace to search for clothes, I bought books, instead, on this 1/2 off day. You won't believe this (really, you won't), but I bought all of these for only $2.40. Total.
Yes, I danced around inside my head. We also stopped at a few yard sales, but no one found anything of interest.
Naomi is again having to make some tough Life decisions, and still, as her mother, I'm learning there are rewards in remaining at peace, even though I could choose worry, instead. But 'casting down imaginations of what might happen' while they're yet small is, I've found, the way to go. The better way.
Faith always is more calming and more likely to reap sweet rewards, like old books for pennies in mish-mashed stacks at thrift shops.
Hey, who knows? But I'll take it.
Happy 4th of July to each of you!
" ... in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength..." ...Isaiah 30:15
Saw this, below, and loved it. Tom and I have already quipped John Schneider's quote at odd moments since yesterday, fancying ourselves quite clever, of course.