Tuesday, September 6, 2011
I cracked and pulled at lobster meat while I wore a dorky lobster bib at the coastal Maine restaurant, in hopes of tasting every bit of that "market price" delicacy while dipping it in drawn butter.
I scratched my cat's neck with both hands as she squirmed and purred with joy this morning, in hopes of delaying her 4am "it's breakfast time, mom!" needs.
How are God's hands getting dirty working on you, in this moment?