My dear friends Karyn and Cindy welcomed a son to their home in 1999. Shelby is now a student at Temple University.
Twenty years ago this month, I stood with his parents and others at his baptism in Kansas City.
These are special and dear people.
In the photo, Karyn and Cindy are just to the right of center, and I’m on the left of center in the red tie.
As I was searching for something last week, I ran across this blog entry from 2016.
It’s worth reading again. And again.
I don’t deny that being in the right place at the right time is a good deal. I’ve been the beneficiary of such luck.
Or is luck just another name for providence?
In my undergrad days, Dr. Gary Galeotti taught me that Providence is ‘the hand of God moving in the lives of His people for the purpose of redemption.’ Thirty-five years later, I can still quote that definition.
And that belief in Divine Providence (now more in a Jeffersonian sense, rather than my earnest late-teenage literalism) has been a guiding force in my journey.
For journey is the right term for life on this planet, and the road to or from success.
I took some peasant bread a few days ago, and then turned the final heels of it into Parmesan croutons over the weekend.
These are so tasty!
Also Saturday: steak, homemade mac-n-cheese, and two loaves of sourdough bread.
Look at this and tell me you don’t believe in something . . . .
Sunday, September 8, 2019
Garden Heights Nursery on Big Bend Blvd.
taken with my iPhone
I love trying my skill and getting a perfect score on TILES on the New York Times website.
And on Friday the 13th at that!