Sunday, December 16, 2012

SABBATH SNAPSHOTS: Austin, TX


12/16/12 “Don we now our gay apparel.......troll the ancient Yuletide Carol”
with all its fa, la, la, la, las, had me asking myself, “What am I donning?” What kind of cheerful countenance am I putting on while lying in bed?
Remember the old Four Seasons song verse, “I’d change my sad rags into glad rags, if I could?” Sounds like a choice to me. So I got up and decided to post Snapshots to remind me of the wonderful “pre-Christmas” days, I had prior to getting sick. “Putting on” positive reflections of God’s goodness---those are the glad rags I am donning.
A-men--Sign said it all! 
Opulent Driskill hotel---built in 1886

In Austin TX, residents decorate trees all along the roadside---this one obviously done by a UTx  fan!
A beautiful state capitol decorated for Christmas with carols playing in both English and Spanish
Whole Foods flagship store with more pepper varieties than I've ever seen

Fun in 78° temps
Tea at the Driskill with Gigi and Bonnie, my young friends

6th street---home of the dueling pianos and lots of "live" music
A "teacup" tree at the Tea Embassy---right up my alley
I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh [himself] with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth [herself] with her jewels. (Isaiah 61:10)
One is really “decked out” with the Lord---so it should show in my countenance even from my sickbed. I felt better just looking at the pics---hope you will as well.

Saturday Summary


12/15/12 “Misery loves company” NOT! This misery wants comfort.

On TV all mysterious afflictions are diagnosed and cured within a 60-minute time span after a BIG dose of antibiotics. Though I’m in the 6th day of my flu-type malady, with lots of drugs, I keep thinking it can’t get much worse,….but it does.

Sleep is incremental, at best. It hurts to inhale. It “stinks” to exhale with a tongue coated with “Halls” blue. Cough pills take 2 hours to kick in, and energy is non-existent.

I want “southern” comfort, not the booze kind---the “bless your little heart” kind that comes with steaming chicken and noodles and iced sweet tea to balance the pain of a burning throat. I want assurance that I’ll be “all better” SOON!
But God….has life lessons for me. He wants to be my comfort. He wants me to learn through this experience that I might offer comfort to others in such affliction so that they might be encouraged and not lose heart. (2 Corinthians 1:3-7) 
He wants me to focus on “nursing care” given by hubby and the sustenance provided by others. He wants me to focus on Him as my Jehovah Jireh, the one who provides.

He wants me to quit complaining----did I hear an “A-men” to that!*

*Hm-m-m-m, I did not increase the size of the font on that last sentence. Think maybe I really need to heed that!