I've come to accept the fact that I will not stay current with blogging the pictures I take each day. I hope you all can forgive me.
I am pretty lazy when it comes to making lunch in the morning. If I decide to "make" lunch in the morning, it usually consists of me throwing 3 cheese slices in my bag in between pouring coffee and throwing on my boots. Occasionally I include some almonds. I mean, go big or go home, right?
Anyhow, in an attempt to not suffer through horrible lunches each day, I try to plan ahead (crazy, I know). So, last Saturday I made a batch of pasta salad, divided it up into multiple containers, and sat back to admire my stash of future lunches.
The rest of my day was filled with working at Coldwater Creek and being stuck in traffic. Hence the picture of pasta.
Can we talk about Quail Springs traffic for a minute? No, we better not. We'd all use language that we would later regret.
(Update: I ended up eating Monday's pasta allotment at 9:30 PM on Saturday when I got home from work. So, I'll be forced to make adjustments. I'm sure you really wanted to know that, huh)
This might just be the way my brain functions, but there is something so overwhemingly beautiful about coming together as a body of believers and singing hymns that have been sung by countless others through the ages. And when those hymns happen to be about the birth of our Savior? Sheesh. I get chills thinking about it.
I can't wait for Christmas Eve!
"Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared, and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,
for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born!"