Musing on a crammed life.
No bras were harmed in this post.
But when I saw my drawer this morning and thought of what I was going to blog, I thought…that’s it.
Besides all women over the age of 15 probably have a bra in their drawers.
And surely most men have seen a bra. Either with hands on experience or a walk by sighting at Target.
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My alarm messed up and I got up two hours behind this morning. Then I read this scripture…three hours after I wanted to be reading it.
9 “Enjoy life with your wife, whom you love, all the days of this meaningless life that God has given you under the sun—all your meaningless days. For this is your lot in life and in your toilsome labor under the sun.” Eccl. 9:9 NIV
I looked it up in lots of translations, hoping to get a more positive spin.
9Enjoy life with the wife whom you love, all the days of your(A) vain life that he has given you under the sun, because that is your(B) portion in life and in your toil at which you toil under the sun. English Standard Version.
9Enjoy life with the woman whom you love all the days of your (A)fleeting life which He has given to you under the sun; for this is your (B)reward in life and in your toil in which you have labored under the sun. NASB
Relish life with the spouse you love
Each and every day of your precarious life.
Each day is God’s gift. It’s all you get in exchange
For the hard work of staying alive.
Make the most of each one! The Message
Meaningless life, this is your lot in life, vain life, your fleeting, precarious life…Enjoy toiling away because that is your lot in life.
No…I don’t think it’s that bad.
But life is work. Life is short. And each day the sun rises is a gift.
So I’ll continue to cram my days and drawers full. My children’s clothes might not match and we might be late. I might look a mess with tired eyes and hastily applied concealer.
Lord give me the wisdom to know what to cram into each day…To count everything a gift.
And pretty, please pitiful prayer….
Dear Lord, help me to set the alarm. I am much more effective with an early start to planning all the day’s cramming.
Harmed? Looks like you killed them.
I whispered I was sorry before stuffing them further into the drawer. It now actually shuts.
I try not to compare my dresser to the drawers at Victoria’s Secret. How they keep all those bras neat and organized and contained within the plastic separators is nothing short of a miracle.
Maybe that’s Victoria’s secret…
Kathryn – you’re alive. As you can tell by my drawers, I’m not doing so well without you. And I think Victoria Secret’s drawers — a tad Stepford-ish. So good to hear from you.
with how much you like words…and relating to cramming things in life…you would enjoy reading the vitamin water zero go-go bottle. Actually I wasted about 10 minutes in Ingles last night reading the bottles. 🙂
Karen — that’s too funny. Try going gluten-free. It takes an extra 30 minutes to search labels. It never occurred to me how much time it was taking from my day. I want to go back to the days I was woefully uninformed and blissfully happy in my ignorance.
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