My tummy hurts from laughing...
I know it has been a while since I have blogged. I am fine just busy and xanga kind of gets what is left...and that hasn't been much lately. I have had many thoughts that I have wanted to share and they just don't make it to the computer from my brain. Some have been profound. Some have been sweet affirmations of God's love. Some have been prayers for friends and family. Call me shallow but I have to share what has transpired around the Scott home in the last hour or so. It may not be funny to you all but my tummy still hurts from laughing. Sure beats crunches!
Every Tuesday for the last month or so, my son Ben has dropped in for supper. I assumed tonight would be no different and prepared a large, typical southern supper featuring chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, hot rolls and peas. I fixed plenty for all 5 of us. As I was cooking Ben called and said he wouldn't be able to come because he had to work late. There actually was a trace of sadness in his voice when I told him what he would be missing but I told him he could drop by after work...whenever that would be for left overs.
My youngest, Daniel, who is 6 foot 4, 200 lbs and has two hollow legs had left earlier in the afternoon with a friend. He told his dad that he would be back soon so I assumed he would be in for dinner. Well, dinner was on the table and no Daniel. I had left two messages on his cell and finally he called to check in. Dennis, Amanda and I had already decided that when he came in we would hide all the food and tell him there wasn't any left. So I faked being mad and told him that I hoped he had eaten because there wasn't anything left. As we finished our meal and put food away we prepared Daniel a small plate with one small bite of everything and covered it with foil.
When he came in we told him that Ben had felt really guilty about not feeling guilty for eating all the food and leaving such a small amount for him. Daniel scarfed down the 2 bites that were on the plate lamenting all the while. Then he looked in the frig and saw the left overs. You would have thought Christmas had come early! I don't play practical jokes as a rule so he was so surprised that we had all been in on it. But he fixed a heaping helping of all of it and life was as it should be again.
I guess it is the simple things that make my heart smile. I am so blessed to have a family that loves one another, is happy with a home-cooked meal, and can take a joke. I am so grateful to God for blessing me with such a wonderful husband and children.
I think of the verse that says "Things which eyes have not seen and ears have not heard. Which have not entered into the mind of man. All THAT God has prepared for those that love Him (my emphasis). " and I get goose bumps. How good life is at this moment and God has PREPARED even better stuff. I can't wait!
Blessings to all of you!
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