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If the Lord had a choice, he’d pick another day to make his return. If there’s already weeping and gnashing of teeth due to the heat, who’d know if they were being consigned to the hot place? While it’s true we don’t know when the Lord will return, I’m thinking these dog days of summer are a “bye” for us.
While we wait, we can always cool our fevered brows and slack our thirsty throats with homemade limeade. I enjoy making mine fresh with my grandmother’s depression era milk glass juicer. I realize juicers now are high tech and will pulverize any vegetable or fruit, but this treasured one reminds me of many a sleep over and breakfast at her home.
My recipe is simple: juice of two lines, Splenda to taste, and two cups of water. Pour over two tall glasses of ice. Add a sprig of mint if you want a different taste. Take the glass somewhere cool and relax. Don’t think of anything difficult or distressing until the drink is finished.
In fact, once you finish it, don’t think of those distressing things at all! Let go of them. You’ve had enough trouble for today. Rest. Let God handle those troubles for a while. Tomorrow you can work refreshed and renewed.
I’m on the couch now, with the cold air conditioning blowing over my bare feet. I almost feel human again. Every sip I take brings me a bit closer to being able to find the kitchen and supper! It will be cold and fruity, not hot and savory. Enjoy your day or evening.
Joy and Peace, Cornie.
Goodbye to one of my favorite coffee cups, the mermaid Starbucks cup. I’ve knocked it about often enough in my early morning stupor to cause the glaze at the handle to get a small crack at the seam. My coffee leaketh out, so to speak. Can’t have that!
As for our faith in Christ, if we keep it all contained so it never escapes into the world, but only feeds us alone, what good is it? Maybe we need to be more of a leaky vessel, or a cracked cup, to share the goodness of God with those who need a pick me up. Coffee for Christ! Christ for the World!
2 Corinthians 4:7–“But we have this treasure in clay jars, so that it may be made clear that this extraordinary power belongs to God and does not come from us.”