reverie

Pie crust promises are easily made and easily broken.  Cheesecake promises are however something far more steadfast.  Today was rough, so this afternoon I texted my sister to see how she felt about cheesecake and Captain America tonight.  Like the wise sister that she is she thought it was an "excellent plan." So after work, I headed toward the Cheesecake Factory.  The sky ahead of me was bluish grey and stormy; the sky behind me was sunny.  I hoped that I might see a rainbow.  I recognized that I didn't need one, today has not shaken my faith, but I just really wanted one.  What better way is there to feel God's promise and faithfulness reasserted? I drove past where I would normally turn to go home, kept driving, and just before I turned onto the major road that would lead me to my destination, faintly across the whole sky was a rainbow.  I started crying.  It was beautiful and perfect.  My God shows up.  And if I hadn't decided today needed cheesecake, I wo

This morning I realized that I hadn't bought a new journal in over 3 years, possibly more.  I have a journal that I had been using in that time, but it was woefully neglected for the majority of it.  I've been realizing a few things over the past several days, the kinds of things that need journaling (and are not yet ready for public consumption, though perhaps at some point in the future), and I decided that these new thoughts perhaps needed a new journal. After a Goldilocks-esque perusal of B&N's selection, a journal that had a drawing of a bird and a rainbow on the cover grabbed my attention even though it wasn't necessarily "my style."  I flipped through it and delightedly discovered perfect line spacing, colorful but not obnoxious doodles around the edges of the pages, a scent that reminded me of India, and "where troubles melt like lemon drops" written in small cursive on the back cover.  It was perfect. I don't like "The Wizar