Let's eat!

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So, how are you today?  (... and you, too, over there?)

My personal "tilt-a-wheel" is finally slowing a bit.   Still, I wonder, how do I get myself into certain situations?  
And why, oh why, did our refrigerator have to pass away this afternoon? 

 ('nuff said ... head bang.)

At any rate, my fat cells aren't suffering from neglect.  In fact, we've struck a deal of sorts:  

If I put the good stuff in on weekdays ...

.....I get to play on weekends.

"Eggs Bubba" ...

Ya, that's a chicken-fried steak under all that goodness!

Fallin' in love, I'm falling in love again ...

Head-over-teakettle, we just found a spot mid-city, some describe as a "dive" -- others, "the best kept secret in town."   Personally, I was a goner, the moment we spotted the evening's menu, titled "Supper."   (Doesn't that word just evoke warm fuzzies?)  

    

Maybe, on account we don't eat out all that often --
or, I just plain enjoy eating .... my expectations may be higher than some.  Granted, the Famous Few (chains) are comfortably reliable.  
.....But give me great food and good service and forget the ambiance! 

We've all our favorite go-to's, don't we?   
I'm curious.   What makes a particular eatery your Favorite?

 
   

Wink and a Nod

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"Your leg is scary."
....My granddaughter's face reflects a curious mixture of revulsion and awe, as she regards the vicious scars peeking through my poolside cover-up.

"Hmmm, I guess you're right."  
I've become so accustomed to the unsightly visage ... so adept at concealment that her candor wasn't so upsetting, as it was surprising.

I suppose everyone regards their external scars with certain propriety.   Each tells a story ... yet hopefully, we've the good sense to keep our mouth shut (lol) and move on!

When I stop to regard my own so-called flaws, I'm humbled by Another, whose palms and feet were so horribly violated, all in the name of Love. 

... and I remember what Pastor Chris wrote a few years back in the church newsletter regarding his father's final illness:

"As he sat in his family room looking out into the backyard, 3 deer wandered in and grazed.  Being the photographer that we was, he snapped off a couple pictures just before seeing them bound off. 

After looking at the pictures later, he noted that one of the deer had been wounded in the side.   He shared this story, as he was facing his own end-of-life issues, feeling this was God reminding him of His presence in his life. 

He told our family that the three deer were symbolic of the Trinity:  Father, Son and Holy Spirit, and that the wounded deer represented Jesus and His wounds from the Cross. 

As he told us this story, he gave thanks to God for the 'wink and the nod', reminding me that you're always here with me."

This is a powerful time when we are reminded of His presence in our lives ... not just one day, but throughout our whole lives.

“Behold, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands” (Isa 49:16)

Wishing everyone a blessed Easter Sunday, and many God-filled 'winks and nods' along the way!