Musing on the perfect marshmallow.
This was Sunday night.
I was determined to roast the perfect marshmallow.
Actually, there is nothing more perfect than sitting by a warm flame. The marshmallow was just a little challenge to myself, a little diverson.
We have been studying “contentment” with my gals in Sunday School.
To my surprise, this study has impacted my thinking like nothing else we have done in a long time.
I can’t believe I haven’t blogged about it before now. Maybe because I’ve been thinking about it so much.
Oh how I wish I could just step back into the picture and be content as it looks. (to me anyway.)
To be at rest and at peace.
To exist yet be perfectly content.
Is that possible? (like for more than a half hour.)
