Several years ago I tried doing the Whole30. In case you don’t know what it is, you probably will not want to pay attention for a few moments. The idea is that you take all the fun things…sorry…I mean…processed foods and foods we don’t “need” out of your diet and eat only lame things…sorry…I mean…whole foods for 30 days.
I love making chocolate chip cookies. When I was a kid my mom regularly made chocolate chip cookies on a slow day or when she was craving some chocolate. I remember helping her some…but of course no matter how much I helped, I remember always eating what she made.
Last week I was texting with two different pastor friends of mine at the same time. I was bouncing between talking with one about getting our families together, while at the same time, talking with the other about the timing of God working in situations. As I am sure you can see where this is going, I sent the wrong text to the wrong person. Now, this is not the first time I’ve accidentally done this. Over the past 20 years or so I’ve been texting, I have made that mistake more than a few times. And this time wasn’t bad or scandalous or anything like that, but it was this moment where I realized I had done the wrong thing and it would have been very confusing for the person getting this picture.
This past weekend we were at the beach and a lady was hovering around us taking photos…not of us…we are not that interesting…but definitely of something. Now, I didn’t know what she was doing or taking photos of, but she was obviously very interested in something. So we asked, and she excitedly came over and said she was taking photos of a bird. Well, I am not a birder, I love that other people love that…it just isn’t my thing…but out of curiosity we asked, what bird?
A little over a year ago I went to get some frozen fruit out of my fridge for a smoothie…and what should have been hard as rock frozen fruit were just slightly mushy. Not a big deal. I figured the freezer had been opened too long loading stuff in or it hadn’t gotten closed all the way or something else. As time went on I noticed again and again, things weren’t as frozen solid as I wanted them to be.
Something was off.
Ice cream was soft.
Ice packs were soft.
Frozen berries were soft.
Not a big deal, just not quite right.
The other day we were washing our dog Brittany. Our shower is the best to wash her, so Brittany, Sarah, our son Foster…and the frog that Foster found ended up in the shower. Of course we told him, we are here to wash Brittany, not be a temporary holding cell for amphibians.
We went through the always ridiculous process of washing and drying a dog and all was back to normal.
The next morning I am in the shower getting ready and there again is that frog. I was showering way before our boys were up…so of course I got ready and forgot about the frog.