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SWB: Groceries, life and a late dinner




It's late for me to writing my SWB this week - but it feels wrong for it not to be here - so readers, you'll have to forgive my lateness.

Being late is something that I really seem to thrive at doing. I'm often late for appointments ( even thought I hate to do that to people), assignments for my college courses need to be extended - even dinner in the crock pot was late last night. I keep wondering - what the heck is wrong with me?

Some might say that there is too much going on in my life. An old co-worker and I used to joke about the days where we tried, like a new bagger at the supermarket, to stuff a weeks worth of groceries into one or two bags. Try as you may, you will loose something along the way.

I'm attempting to look at life in the midst of this great transition and really see the areas that need some work - where I need some work. There are things that need to be done - Yes. Classes that need to be completed, bills that need to be paid, blogs that need to be written and ministry that needs to be sought after. Family members need clothes washed, homework help, lunch money, attention and support. Life is by nature crazy. Crazy like a snowstorm that dumps almost two feet of snow on your world and causes you to S-L-O-W D-O-W-N. So slow down already, right?

There is a lesson in all of this hurry and I'm in a unique point of my life as I have the choice on what I'm putting into my grocery bag. I do have a choice. Huh. That is something that will have to sink in for a while.

So as I go about my day today. I will try to make the right choices. I will do what I can - cause that is all I can do. I like to have a life that is full, but not so full that my grocery bag breaks. I will sleep with the bread that I have an exciting full life and I will take this life to God and ask his help in knowing what to carry and what to leave at the grocery store. I need to fill my cupboard with basics first, then we'll see what I can whip up in my crock pot of life.

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