This week I am with my hubs and my boys visiting my husband’s brother and his fam in Colorado.
God has been kind to me and they tell me that it is unseasonably warm here… although to a Texan that lives the heat, “warm” is quite the misnomer! Ha!
Anyway, I went with my sister-in-law to her bible study’s Christmas fest a couple of nights ago. It was fun to get to have a “night out” with just a bunch of ladies even if I didn’t know anyone!
And boy was there a spread! Lots of appetizer type things but also some delish looking desserts (including those cute pinterest-worthy reindeer cupcakes) and a margarita mix as well as about ten types of wine.
I thought to myself, “Well, it won’t be long and I’ll be able to have some of this sometimes!”
But, then, honestly I was like… I’m not so sure I’m really looking forward to that as much as my mind thinks it should be looking forward to it. I mean… gosh, the freedom with which I just walked through that line without having to dread the battle of dessert versus no dessert… the way I felt comfortable in my jeans all night (or as comfortable as one can feel in jeans)… and the way I felt, in a way, set apart, when I slipped behind the counter to get a plain ol glass of water.
I sorta had to admit to myself that I like being… this kind of different. I like so much about it. Yes, I truly am glad that next year I’ll be able to enjoy more foods… hopefully without much struggle. But I am glad that it will still be restricted so that nights like that one (not a full moon, birthday party, or national holiday) will still remain freedom nights even though I am “restricted” and I’ll still be having a regular ol’ freedom fest.
You are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God’s very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light.1 Peter 2:9
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