Mid-Week Munchies

882. The official upgrade from babysitter to small group member at the Burnett house. That’s a pretty special invite to get! 🙂

883. Cable places for Downton Sundays. Missing an episode would make me feel odd.

884. A cell phone with data that allows me to text people across the country (like Erin, with whom I watched *all* of Downton while abroad).

885. Schroeder’s Samburger – it’s even better a year later.

886. Allen, who does all handy things – like fixing my car (well, Chuck, too), finding boards for the shelf in my closet, moving me from place A to place B, attaching my mirror to my vanity, and on and on and on.

887. The office ladies letting me bring my coffee fixin’s to the nest for our work meeting. Making coffee for people can be one of my love languages.

888. Hour coffee dates with Mrs. Earp. I walk away every time with a nugget of truth straight from the Lord. It’s a beautiful thing. I wouldn’t trade our friendship for a thousand suns.

889. Freezing the cookie dough on accident. But the cookies tasted so good anyway. 🙂

890. Paid holidays.

891. MLK Jr – no, but really. He did some great stuff. Provided some people with a great example and inspired others to use their voices.

892. Apples – there are SO many different kinds! And they all have distinct flavors.

893. Small group “pie” night that has nothing to do with March 14. Three different entree pies and two different dessert pies. Delicious.

894. Restuffing my apple pie crust at least four times because I’d forgotten something – the cinnamon, the flour, the laying them flat. It was a beautiful mess and I think it turned out alright.

895. SNL Nancy Grace spoofs because they are perfect on Tuesdays.

896. Potato soup.

897. Downton catch-up phone calls and keeping your head on straight talks and never being able to finish it all. Friendship means conversations are never finished.

898. People I can read with. We don’t have to talk much, but we can sit together and read. I’m thankful for those people.

899. I’m thankful I can’t get the world out of my mind. If someone mentions “international” or “global” or one of “my” countries, I’m all heart and ears. I can’t wait to hear it.

900. My bests who are simply a phone call away. I could never ever take our proximity in this moment for granted. It is so sweet to have them near.

901. The life of my sweet Granddaddy and the life of Mr. Donnie. What a week it is for mourning and grieving, my dear friends, but oh the ripples in this great big pond that were made by those two special men and continue to be made by their families.

902. Texts from Nan on a Wednesday when I’m in the mess of it all reminding me of the eucharisteo and the promises and the grace – oh, the grace – the little nuggets of gold hidden in each breath that get us by. Oh, for the grace

The darkness doesn’t understand the light, doesn’t comprehend the light, doesn’t get the light, doesn’t overcome the light, doesn’t master the light.
Darkness doesn’t have anything on light, on hope, on faith.
That low lying storm cloud that hangs over you can’t master the light of Christ that raises you.
Darkness can never travel as fast as Light. No matter how bad things get, no matter how black the dark seeps in, no matter the depths of the night — the dark can never travel as fast as Light. The Light is always there first, waiting to shatter the dark.

Ann Voskamp


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