Thoughts while making Cinnamon Waffles (with Apple Butter!) this morning

(They aren't all for today's breakfast...honest.)

I love my thought trails sometimes...and sometimes even I marvel at the beautiful random that flows.  

This morning I made cinnamon waffles.  (#glutenfree)  Pamela is a hero to me.  

Disclaimer:  a few of my thoughts from earlier today are left out of this reenactment -simply because they pertain to the current state of my kitchen.  I'm only a little sorry for the absence of complete authenticity.  But I truly did waffle over whether or not to include them.  (did you see what I did there??) 

So I'll start after the first waffle is removed from the iron:

I'm so grateful for the friend who gave me this waffle iron.  I wish she could know how much joy it brings almost a dozen years later.  >>

What was her name???>>

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(After many moments of reminiscing about the impact she had on my teaching...) How hilarious and totally Becca-like is it that I have no clue what her name is! >>

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Wow.  Yeah.  I got nothing. :-)  >>

It must be really hard for someone with OCD to butter a waffle. >>

English Muffins are much easier to slather butter in one fail swoop.  It'll get into each nook and cranny. >>

I want my heart to be an open English muffin so that Jesus can ooze in each and every place. >>

(Remembering that sermon illustration about English Muffins from last year) I'm so grateful for my pastor/friend.  >>

Electric guitar amps really can be called "cute".  >>

Some relationships are like buttering waffles.  There are definite boundaries.  Buttering can still happen, but it takes painstaking work to get it in each well.  >>

I think butter is going to be my dairy group this morning. >>

Cold butter is easier to get equivalent measures into each of the waffle wells.  >>

Eggo knew what they were doing when they made their waffle makers more shallow.  >>

Introverts are a lot like waffles- deep and warm. >>

...but so are the wounded.  The waffle builds up walls when it encounters the heating trials of life and thinks "I must control the way I receive my butter.  It feels safer that way."  Lavishing butter on a wounded waffle with cold butter creates more wounds.  Softened butter is messier but inflicts no harm.  >>

This Apple butter is THE BOMB!  >>

(This is where I arrange the waffle still life and decide to blog while I enjoy my snowflake pajamas, this restful Saturday morning, and the peaceful solitude of my haven.) 

Messy relationships, like hot buttered waffles are SO worth it. >>

...even if you don't remember the name of your most influential mentor. 

😊

Jan 16, 2015 Romans 12:12 ...a song about being a true friend

When Songs Morph

...honest, it was a children's song based on Romans 12:12 about being a good friend.

I was just practicing ...and it 

changed.  

Like reallllly changed. 

My mind's eye was suddenly filled with sheep like teeth, stone tower necks and raisin cakes  (not the kind the housekeeper makes on Father Ted, though😜)

(Isn't this the BEST verse of Song of Solomon!?!)

I don't know what caused my thoughts to change direction. 

Maybe it was that yesterday my coworker's battery died; and her husband was soon there to rescue and fix what was broken.  I was so happy she had him.  

The last month or so has found me missing the covering and completing role my husband used to do so well. (...during the good years)

I had to spend the day on Saturday, on my own, handling the most expensive head lamp change in history ($600+!!!) Somehow I walked out with my bank account untouched and packing tape holding the headlight lens in place.  He would have known where to go, and the mechanic would have listened to him with respect.  

I've mourned the loss of the old (benevolent) Kip in so many other ways, too, while enduring the painful triggers of traumatic memories that seem to strengthen as November progresses, waning only when a whimsical groundhog crawls out of his protective hole.  

So there I was, guitar in hand, listening while I rehearsed....and feeling a knowing grow in my heart that there was more that needed to be said.

...and it was so clear that Romans 12:12 (and following), a song about how to be a good friend,  could also be a love song.

Three strands hold tight

Your heart to mine 

Covered in grace

Endless embrace

Joyful in hope

Patient in pain

Faithful in prayer

Knowing You're There (you care)

I'll go where you go

Stay by your side

We're in this together 

For worse or better

I'll cry when you cry

& smile when you smile

Loving each other in the 

Way of the Father