Five Finds Friday (nineteen)

FUNNY

The kids and I “adopted” a section of our local biking/walking trail.  We pick up trash on the path several times each month.  This volunteer opportunity has proven to completely curb all littering from the kids and has been a great time to chat as we wander the trail with our gloves and our grabby sticks.

Bergen has always been literal.  It’s often amusing.  (I did not say always.)

Last week during our pick up time, he was extra funny.

While grabbing a discarded water bottle he commented, “You know – it’s not really water if it has to have an ingredient list.”

Also.  We observed a lady allowing one of her two leashed dogs to defecate trailside.  She did not dispose of said steaming excrement and instead left it there so we could all walk by and embrace its odor.

This is the conversation that ensued:

Me: Dog poop — ugh.  That’s the grossest.

Bergen: No.  It actually is not.

Me:  What is then?

Bergen:  Two slugs mating.

Me:  (Weird look offered.)

Bergen:  They both spit out their intestines, then swallow their intestines again.  I saw it happen on our porch.

FASHIONABLE

There’s a new little t-shirt shop on our Main Street.

I think their shirts are cute and I love the local message they are all promoting.

FLAVORFUL

It’s the simplest of breakfasts.  (Or lunches.  Or snacks.)

It’s just plain vanilla yogurt topped with real maple syrup and granola and fruit.  (And chia seeds.  The kids tease me about my obsession with Putting Chia Seeds In All The Foods.)

But it’s a delicious and satisfying offering and with strawberry season just about to burst forth – it’s so delicious with strawberries.

And – if you want kids to be more excited about the food you offer – serve it in style.  Everyone wants to eat pretty food.

FAITHFUL

Last night our family had the opportunity to experience a Passover meal designed to imitate a traditional Passover meal.

It was lovely, hosted by lovely people, full of lovely truth in words and songs.

If someone had asked me if I had ever attended a passover meal before, I would have answered no.

But as I sat there at the table, dipping the bitter herbs in the salted water and eating unleavened bread and singing the songs of grace so amazing, I had a vague memory return to my mind.

It was another Passover experience, maybe five years earlier, spent in the company of friends and strangers at another really terribly broken period in my life.

I had actually forgotten that memory.  That season.  That pain.

I was deeply wounded and my marriage was at a tipping point.  A group of friends came to my literal physical and emotional rescue, planned childcare and whisked me off to sit at the Passover table on the floor in their friend’s living room.

I had nearly forgotten God’s covering, impossible-to-reconcile, in the trenches with you kind of provision.  He’s been providing for me and my heart and the hearts of my children for so many years, in so many low places and in so many high ways.

The God Who Attends.

And I smiled as I thought about those friends.  Five years ago friends.  With whom it is still my pleasure to live life with.  Whose tiny daughter we just watched this week.  Who sent texts of invitation and encouragement this day, this week.

FEELS

A drive by sighting of the ever popular Uncle Danny and Aunt Beckey.

In our own neck of the woods!

It was just fun to see their uber cool blue Jeep trucking it around our little town.