This morning in my first post, I wanted to just type and shout, Praise God, and thank you Jesus for this wonderful day, but I stopped myself, to my shame. I put something first before Him, and that’s never right. So, praise you God and thank you in Jesus’ name for this wonderful morning, my home, my life, all that’s past and all that’s before me.
As, as the Lawd always brings me up short, when I fall short, something happened when I was cooking this morning that made me immediately cry out, Thank you Jesus! First off, I started everything today without prayer. As such, everything went off kilter until I finally did pray. I cleared out some leftovers in the fridge before I started cooking and put the dishes to be washed on the back stove burners, one of them a pyrex glass pie plate. I was getting ready to brown the sausage and ham seasoning (this time in the old black cast iron skillet) and turned the burner on. A few miutes later I realized I had turned on the back burner where the pyrex pie plate was. I quickly moved it to another unlit burner, and stepped away from it. And just it time because it completely exploded with a horrible sound. Shards of dagger-like glass flew all over the kitchen with such force that I don’t know what might have happened if I had still been standing there. So, my first words were, Thank You Jesus!Which reminded me I hadn’t thanked him yet for prayed. And heavens, what a mess. Large pieces, small pieces, invisible pieces, even in the chopping board of seasoning I had just chopped and had to throw out because I didn’t dare use any of it in case I missed the glass. It was such a mess on the stove, counter, floor, and even the Hurricane spin broom couldn’t pick it up. Grateful it didn’t fly into my neck or eyes and no cuts except for a little pin prick when I cleaned it up that issued one drop of blood.
Well, the beans have been bubbling away. I have to say that browning the ham and sausage in Mom’s old cast iron skillet drew me back years because it smelled exactly like it did when I was a kid and she fried bacon for breakfast. Utter perfume. Added the onions and celery to this and cooked this down in the skillet also–it has given the bean “juice” the most delightful, smoky taste. This will be my seasoning pot of choice from now on.
Well, the wind is whipping through, I’m going to take a ginger shower, and as I’ve been on my feet since around five thirty- this morning, (i’m trying to get at least two hours of standing in my routine daily, more when I can), I will probably sink into the recliner. Think I’m going to put blue curtains in the living room window also, colonial blue. Don’t know if it’s the cataracts, but my eyes are much more sensitive to light than they ever were. Going to start thinking to plan for surgery. Perhaps before my next birthday.