Friday, March 13, 2009
A little tea party last week with a few neighbors and friends. There is something so soothing and civilized about tea...the gentle clinky of the tea cups and the antique linens. I wish that I took the time weekly to relax and touch base with loved ones...but time just gets away from me. Stuff crowds in and my perspective loses it's way.
Maybe next week will be different. I'm still working on this growing up, getting things in order thing. Trying to grow up this Jesus girl!
At Christmas i try to have a large tea party. This year 40ish friends gathered over scones, a roaring fire and some great fellowship. The goody bags (yes...adults need goody bags too) contained this poem. Enjoy!
Dear Potter, We realize we have been jarred by life, causing brokeness. Some of us feel like shards of china instead of the exquisite and intriguing vessels that we want to be. We want to be pots that, when poured, tipped, dropped, or spilled, issue forth streams of life. Please, You who rework clay to repair damage, mend us. In Jesus' restorative name, Amen
(From TEA WITH PATSY CLAIRMONT)
Have a wonderful weekend!