Pizza, Cookies, and Weeds

Today, I think these things are awesome:

1. I love pizza -- could eat it every day. I love when a pizza is fresh from the oven and the cheese strings as you try to cut into it. And that smell. Divine. But there's one thing even better than that -- cold pizza the next morning. That's what I had for breakfast. Calories don't count when they're cold, you know.

2. It is legitimately chilly outside. I'm positively giddy with excitement.

3. Hubby is working late tonight and tomorrow, so Cohen and I have lots of fun "Don't tell daddy" activities planned. The first item on the list was that cold pizza for breakfast. Cohen wasn't as much of a fan and preferred his pancake. I hope he likes the other activities a little better.

4. A friend made these s'mores cookies and brought them over last night. Talk about Heaven in your mouth. I'm not patient enough to bake things like this, so I always love it when others do!

5. I went to the grocery store yesterday and filled up the cart. Like, it was overflowing. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified I'd have to be that person in the checkout line who has to put stuff back because she can't afford them. After store savings and coupons, my total came to $46. Did I mention the cart was overflowing?

6. I feel like this morning, God reminded me that He knows all about the people and things that hurt me. He's using them to make me better. So that revenge I so desperately want sometimes? Unnecessary. God's got it handled, and maybe I'll prove worthy to be an encouragement to others through what I am currently dealing with. Here's a portion of what I read in my quiet time this morning:

We say, “If God would only use His own fingers, and make me broken bread and poured-out wine in a special way, then I wouldn’t object!” But when He uses someone we dislike, or some set of circumstances to which we said we would never submit, to crush us, then we object. Yet we must never try to choose the place of our own martyrdom. If we are ever going to be made into wine, we will have to be crushed—you cannot drink grapes. Grapes become wine only when they have been squeezed.

I wonder what finger and thumb God has been using to squeeze you? Have you been as hard as a marble and escaped? If you are not ripe yet, and if God had squeezed you anyway, the wine produced would have been remarkably bitter. To be a holy person means that the elements of our natural life experience the very presence of God as they are providentially broken in His service. We have to be placed into God and brought into agreement with Him before we can be broken bread in His hands. Stay right with God and let Him do as He likes, and you will find that He is producing the kind of bread and wine that will benefit His other children." Oswald Chambers

7. These pretty things have popped up in the backyard. I appreciate flowering weeds for 2 reasons: I don't have to plant them and they are pretty.

Linking up with Momma St. J Says for Finding the Joy Friday.