A little Duran Duran reference, there.
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The first reading at Mass today was the beginning of the 5th chapter of Isaiah:
My friend had a vineyard on a fertile hillside;
he spaded it, cleared it of stones, and planted the choicest vines;
within it he built a watchtower, and hewed out a wine press.
Then he looked for the crop of grapes,
but what it yielded was wild grapes.
In my current state of mind, I felt that this was speaking right to me. (Okay, I was the lector, so technically I was speaking right to myself, but you get my meaning.) All my moaning about how difficult I find life at times, all my searching for the answers… I need to stop myself and just realize some very important things:
- I am loved by my friends and family.
- I am blessed with everything that I need.
Who am I to complain? Yes, I certainly have challenges: a memory like a sieve, some serious organizational issues, and a fine assortment of wacky health problems… but I have a loving family, a good job, a nice house and a reliable car. Enough books to read, games to play, music to listen to, and craft supplies to amuse me for years. Friends who make me laugh and cry and dance and sing.
It’s time to stop producing such wild grapes.
- {Clutter} released: A couple more Newbery books (which I will give to Tante Ina).
- {Body Fat} released: We went to the gym! It has been a while. Now, however, we have a plan. D & Q & I will be going to the gym together on Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. At least. How do you like that?!
I had to read the passage over and over a few times. I really love this one. ‘Cuz it’s true. Oh, and also: YOU’RE WELCOME!
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