You never hear anyone say, "If loving you is wrong... get outta my house."
Been experimenting in the kitchen again. A terrific friend gifted me with some kale, and between the kale slaw, kale pesto, and my low-carb version of zuppa toscana (sausage and kale soup), at least I'm eating healthier some of the time.
I also tried grilling a watermelon slice, like I saw a TV chef do. Just like I'd seen, it remained solid, turned a deep, rosy pink, and brought out its sweetness. But it tasted like... hot watermelon. Check, please.
It may not be time for resolution, but the time is always right for endurance and strength; that's what we should be praying for.
Isn't it ironic that being the better person means not being proud of being the better person?
A hapless romantic living in southern China tried to surprise his girlfriend by having himself mailed to her in a sealed box with no air holes. Although she lived only 30 minutes away, the package was detained in transit for three hours. When the girlfriend opened the package, she found her unconscious beau, who was fortunately revived by paramedics just in time. Surprise!
Talk about false advertising! Whenever you hear that some attraction is "only 20 minutes (or less) from Chicago," don't forget that they're excluding the hour or so it may take to get across town.
If I have to acquire a taste for some food, it better be a nutritious payoff.
Dishonesty, disobedience, greed, slander... all considered minor offenses by the world's standards, but consider the Genesis account and how things ended up.
Is it my imagination, or are there fewer big belly laughs these days? And if laughter really is the best medicine, isn't that a real health crisis?
Agape' -- P
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