I feel like Bud this morning. Remember Bud?https://nancyoutlook.wordpress.com/2010/01/08/the-plant/
But, I feel like the new Bud.
Are you wondering what happened that I am feeling so good on a Sunday morning?
First I had a day of rest! Do you know what I think? No, I didn’t say that right, do you know what I know? God intended for us to have a day of rest. If you look at the story of creation, God rested after He worked by creating the world and all that is in it. So, if your day of rest is Saturday or Sunday, make it a day of rest. Don’t do any work. I mean let your body and mind rest. Enjoy your family, make a special meal, have some friends over, go for a walk or do something for someone else. Take time to think about the cross, think about Jesus and the last days of his life on this earth.
The next reason I feel like Bud is because, like Bud, I got some surprise attention. I talked to all of my family yesterday that is always a treat but I had a special phone call from my best friend of long ago.
Because of my friend, I won’t tell you how long ago but let’s just say we were girls together. We lived across the street from each other, we slept together many nights either inside the house or outside the house and sometimes even in a travel trailer that belonged to the neighbors. We made tents, we saw each other through several romances. We rode our bikes all over town. We rode with each other when we first got our drivers license. Those were the days when we drove up and down the main street to see who else got the car keys that night. We didn’t go to the same church I went on Saturday and she on Sunday but our parents had the same values. After all they were all from Missouri. LOL Jane was my maid of honor at our wedding. After we were long gone from home our mothers because best friends.
We haven’t seen each other for hummmmmmmm at least 15 years and yet we can just start right out where we left off. We still find we have a lot in common. We are both a bit conservative, she more than I. We have both gone through the sorrow of watching our parents grow old and pass away. Her sorrow is more recent than mine. We both fight the battle of the bulge, and we have both watched ourselves grow into the age of maturity. I can’t think of a better way to say it.
Don’t you just love old friendships? There is something very comfortable about remembering back when.
I hope you are cultivating your friendships, both new and old. I also hope you are cultivating a friendship with Jesus, He is the best friend of all.
Bud and I are doing pretty well this morning, he is out on the sun porch putting down roots in his new pot and I am putting down some more roots too. Roots in the word.