So, why is it when I need to write checks all I can find are red pens? I will find 10 red pens before I find a black or blue pen more suitable for check writing. But when I need a red pen to correct the 50 math tests I brought home this weekend all I can find is black! If I have the gift of prophecy, and am able to solve all mysteries with such infinite knowledge; well, maybe life wouldn't be so interesting. I'll try to stick with working on having mountain-moving faith.
We did get a lot accomplished at home though. Same old routine though. Cleaning, washing, straightening. I did do some planting (At least that lasts awhile unlike everything else we did today. Well, in most people's yards, at least). So, I am now thinking, Without love, we are nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It doesn't boast, provoke, nor take record of wrong. It does however, rejoice in truth. Adam was still in his cooking mode and wanted to learn how to make "new food from the cooking book." So (more things that will not last very long), I/we made spaghetti sauce, banana bread, minestrone soup, back bean burgers, and feta burgers. Most of which will be frozen, of course.
And it's definitely Adam. He is truly an amazing kid. Here I was worried he was going to be hard pressed now that he wasn't getting a present a day, and he turns around to look for a present for me. So, in conclusion, the theme of our Saturday (despite the failing car, dishpan hands, and increasing water bill), Love never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part; but when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away. When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.
P.S. look at the corners/edges of both blankets. Well used :)
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