Not Quite 5 Favorites: August 12, 2022

 It's time for my Friday link up with  A Little Bit of Everything and Momfessionals. 

On Fridays I share things that made me happy from the week - a photo, a song, a quote, a beauty product, a recipe, a pair of cute shoes, etc. If it's a product, sometimes it's something I actually own and sometimes something I just saw online that gave me a smile. Sometimes it's serious and sometimes it's silly. I suppose I believe that God is in the simple details of life and yes, I can even find Him in a tube of lipstick.

Hey, Friends. It's been a week. Sometimes your brain and your heart have a little more trouble looking for favorite things, right? I didn't quite get to five.

Remember that speech by Coach Jim Valvano when he was dying of cancer that everybody watches every year during the NCAA basketball tournament? Maybe not everyone. Maybe it's just those of us who live in Steve Skinner's house because when that speech comes all Skinners are required to stop everything and watch.

“To me there are three things everyone should do every day," said Valvano, "Number one is laugh. Number two is think -- spend some time time in thought. Number three, you should have your emotions move you to tears. If you laugh, think and cry, that's a heck of a day.”

Anyway, I definitely did all of those things this week every single darn day - just heavier on the over-thinking and over-crying. Everything is fine. Everything usually is, even when I don't see it that way and I find that whole Bible verse about worrying never adding an hour to your life is true every darn time.

So here was the laughter: A Weekend in Cambridge, Maryland

 

And here was some of the thought: A 5 minute Podcast

Episode 54: For the Good of the Order on Uncertainty and Vigilance

And here was some of the crying: A Song by Tedeschi Trucks

And here were all three together - A Poem, I Worried by Mary Oliver:

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And I gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.

by Mary Oliver

And as always here's the hope from the Gospel of Matthew:

"Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28

Enjoy your weekend, friends. I hope you rest and I hope you sing.