Icecream

Cookies and Cream.

I had some when I got home from a Bible Study I went to tonight. I got out a small, red, Christmas coffee mug  with a happy penguin on it (my select choice for holding ice cream instead of a bowl), got a couple of scoops of delicious ice cream, added some crunchy peanut butter (my staple mix-in for most flavors of ice cream), and then stirred away.

It was yummy. Sweet and yummy.

Now I'm watching Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone on the t.v. It's awesome. I'm so excited to go see the last movie when it comes out!

So, thank you, Lord, for the yummy ice cream. :)

As the Sun Sets

"As the Sun Sets"

waves crashing. children laughing.

wind is chilling. the ferry is docking.

cars are parking. cameras are capturing.

couples are cuddling. families are gathering.

the sky is purple. then red. orange. yellow.

beauty abounds

as the sun

sets.

Thank you, Lord, for this beautiful sunset, and for inspiring me to write a poem about it. 

Serenity

Tonight, I am treating myself to a movie and popcorn. 

Cost: Free 

(Blockbuster has an awesome deal where I can get one-night rentals for FREE - needless to say I've become quite the Blockbuster addict) 

I'm excited to pop my popcorn, put the movie into my laptop, insert my headphones, and enjoy the wonderful cooking of Julie and Julia.

Thanks, Lord, for the simple things. Thank you for this simple and relaxing fun. :)

Homer and Hazelnuts

It’s almost 6:00pm, and I’ve been sitting here at the Waterfront Coffee Company in Edmonds for the past three hours. It has become a new favorite reading place for me. The baristas are nice and conversational. The atmosphere is relaxed and open to all walks of life that enter through the door. The songs playing through the speakers are upbeat, and I oftentimes find my foot tapping to the tunes as I read and write. The books I brought with me today are Homer’s Iliad and Robert McDowell’s Poetry as Spiritual Practice. For the sake of being disciplined, I denied myself the pleasure of learning about the spiritual practice of poetry until I had read two books of the Iliad, which I realize, ironically, is poetry itself.

After staring at the menu for a minute or so, I went ahead and ordered the default drink I order at every coffee shop I visit; a tall hazelnut latte. I was even able to get my drink in a mug! The drink was made, and the foam on top was all swirly and delightful, I did not want to disturb it. I took a cautious first sip. Yep, it was delicious. Now I could read Homer and really enjoy it.

I sipped away at my hazelnut latte, all the while reading about the various battles between the “flowing haired Achaians” and the Trojans, turning page after page, and found myself quite thankful for each sip of hazelnut latte I would treat myself to after each page I completed.

This got me thinking: “God, you didn’t have to create hazelnuts. You didn’t even have to create milk, or espresso, or the human capacity to know what to do with all of these individual ingredients. But you did. 

Thank you for that. Thank you, Lord, for giving me a pleasant afternoon of Homer and Hazelnuts.