A menu plan.
Nothing was going right today. I was fuzzy-headed and tired, over-thinking and un-directed. The second cup of coffee didn't help as I kept trying to move in a more straight path through my day. But it wasn't working. A friend found me. I tried to explain the myriad of thoughts whirling in my brain, none of which added up to anything. None were solid; all were the fuzzy sneers of Satan. She listened, she was patient. I ended by explaining the one clear example of my foggy day: "And when I went to plan meals for the family coming to visit us...I tried for all of nap time, with nothing." So she pulled out the legal pad and pen and went to work. And now I feel so much better. I feel so loved. And so ready for my friends to visit. Thank God for the body of Christ, for friends that can practically love you when they know you don't make a lick of sense.
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