This morning, as I tried to turn off my alarm, I managed to throw my lamp on the ground. Shattered the lightbulb. Had to vacuum at 5:40am. Is that even how you spell vacuum??

Furgs.  Pre-Highlighter.  I miss this girl.

I think if I lived alone for an extended period of time I would gain about 40 lbs.  Food, being my love language, is also my coping mechanism for boredom.  Sometimes I convince myself that baking/cooking is the same thing as being productive... so instead of cleaning or catching up on work emails or showering, I try out new recipes.  Yesterday it was 4 dozen "Vanishing Oatmeal Raisin Cookies" (more on those below).  The name doesn't lie:  Tex ate 10 all by himself.  This morning it was beer bread.  Yes.  Morning + Beer.  And while at work (it's good to be the boss).  Tonight is Apple Bourbon Pie.  Mainly because I have to take advantage of my time without Caroline (apple haters are weird), and there was a huge bag of Manager's Special apples just waiting for me at Kroger.  Yummmm.

So.  Oatmeal Raisin Cookies.  Last week I went to the store for Kofs.  I picked up a large container of Quaker Oats Oatmeal to make a batch of our delicious homemade granola.  But alas, I grabbed the quick oats by accident.  Big mistake.  Little did I know that God was actually doing me a favor:  3 days later I awoke to little red spots all over my body.  I mean all over people.  Red itchiness from head to toe (is it bad form to talk about a rash on the internet)?  I used that fantastic little purchasing mistake to make myself not one, but two wonderfully relaxing (though not very healing) oatmeal bathes to sooth the itching.  I then strained the oatmeal out and made the cookies...  jk :)

I bring this up because I wonder why I am so quick to assume that the Lord had absolutely nothing to do with this.  I believe in coincidences.  I believe that sometimes things just happen, and that people who try to use God to make sense of every little detail and every little decision are slightly delusional.  And oftentimes annoying.  But here's the deal:  I also believe in a God who created everything.  Who is personal.  Alive and active in the world today.  And a God who is ultimately in control.  Maybe I just grabbed the wrong type of oatmeal because I was tired and distracted and dumb.  But regardless of the "why", I know the outcome was God using it for good, redeeming the situation so that I could find comfort and ultimately sit here and type a random blog post giving Him the glory.

So there.  Thank you Jesus.  You once again got my back.  Rash and all.

I wore Highlighter to work!  Aren't you proud!  
but then i got coffee on it... oops.