I don't know when it really hit me that the Texas Rangers Ballpark was no place for a hungry herbivore like me. Maybe it was the two foot long hot dog the guy behind us was eating or maybe it was the bacon-wrapped hot dogs for sale at concessions- I'm not sure. Jack's comment to a youngster toting the $26 wiener was "God bless you, son." His reply?
"God bless Texas."
The Rangers won the game, hot dogs were eaten (or in our case some veggie nachos), and my sister and I even made it onto the big screen hootin' and a hollerin'. Fun times.
Saturday's sunshine lit up lots of blonde hair for some all day bouncy, swimmy, silly, cousin fun.
As far as I'm concerned, there is no reason at all to go to some fancy resort when my sister has one in her backyard. It is deluxe.
Too often I make it a challenge for people to love me- most especially people like Jack and Jennifer- people who have loved me for so long that I just take their love for granted. I'm ornery and stubborn and spoiled in a lot of ways and even with my still waters quiet time with the Lord, I still missed the mark.
So Sunday's reflections brought thankfulness for forgiveness and love from those I love the best.
Thanks for the grace, my family.
And here's to a white Christmas together! Colorado or bust!
Oh, and don't forget this.... Enjoy...