"This onion is undeniably spirited," Jane says.
Me, shored up on the couch, I hear her load the crockpot with meat and vegetables: stew. Her, the first one to emerge healthy, fills our kitchen with wonderful food and cares for us. Nourishment comes, a fountain, a wellspring, manna to fill our bellies.
Gratitude:
6176. My mom brings over a knitted blanket and a handmade quilt for the baby.
6177. Jane makes stew.
6178. We start the audio book of The Lord of the Rings.
6179. Jack makes chocolate chip cookies.
6180. A long headache finally abates.
6181. I find a dutch oven thrifting.
6182. We anxiously await the arrival of the baby, the anticipation an even all it's own.
6183. We continue to watch the state of our nation post election. It's like a page turning novel. We continue to pray God will bring revival, then turn our hearts to him for it to begin here.
This is how peace comes. The first to recover pushes up their sleeves, gets busy and comes with nourishment for the others. Let it be so for our nation. We fight a common enemy, not each other.
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