Walking With Care
We carry what we choose to do
Journal: 28 July, 2025, morning.
❤️
(Let’s start with some love, shall we? It’s now Monday morning and I wrote this late Sunday afternoon and am just sharing it now)
“Everything is on fire, but everyone I love is doing beautiful things and trying to make life worth living, and I know I don’t have to believe in everything, but I believe in that.”
That’s Nikita Gill.
Saturday I cleaned our church because our volunteers who usually do that could not, and most of our women’s group is older than me (the ones who consistently volunteer for this stuff) and not as robust as any of us used to be, and so I thought, I can do this. And I did. Only a minor backache, and it felt good to be able to give that gift.
All I have to say is thank God it’s a small church! And that definitely was a prayer of thanksgiving… 😁
Tom was supposed to take some chicken thighs out of the freezer last night before he came to bed and I was going to get up early this morning and make chicken cacciatore and pasta for our Sunday lunch. I had already gone to bed to read (and don’t laugh too much reading this) but I called him from the bedroom (he was in the office) and asked him to take it out, and as soon as he ended the call he went back to finish what he was doing when I called and promptly forgot. lol. So instead, when I woke up Sunday morning to an empty counter, I got out some grilled chops we’d made and frozen and made some savory rice, which I love. And some broccoli as a nod to health. 🤣
I brown the rice in oil, add sautéd onions and celery and garlic, some beef broth and some Worcestershire, some chopped mushrooms and chopped pecans, and then steam it as usual. I love it. A great side dish.
It’s late now and I am done for the day. I am reading the newest Joe DeMarco novel again. It’s mirroring the Epstein saga. I love the character and reread them every so often, a constant pleasure and a gift I give myself because I need some stories where the good guys prevail and we so often don’t get those in real life. #yourresultsmayvary
“In the end…”
That’s what we long for, right? That in the end, evil doesn’t win, right prevails, goodness is rewarded, the wrongdoers suffer the consequences of their wrongdoing.
While I believe this happens, we rarely see it. Both the reward for being a good person and the consequences suffered for doing bad things are mostly internal to the person: living out our lives carrying the knowledge of what we chose to do.
We don’t have the satisfaction of seeing this but that doesn’t mean it’s not real.
Things once done cannot be undone. Sobering words. Walk carefully, friends.
#journalingalife