For the third summer in a row, we've planted our couple of tomato plants close to the back door for easy picking. Easy for us and harder for the deer.
Each morning for most of the summer I've walked out and God would say "Here's your one beautiful big tomato for your egg sandwich today." There is nothing like slicing a tomato and eating it while it still thinks it's on the vine.
Some days God would say, "Here's your tomato and another for your mom and dad". It was all really wonderful.
Then a few days ago I went out and He said, "SALSA."
There were tomatoes everywhere! You can't ignore 30 tomatoes sitting on your counter no matter how hard you try. We picked all the jalapenos and I got to work canning. The salsa is delicious although the onions and peppers give it and your breath a kick!
Do you know the moment when you realize that you might have a compulsion or two or three......?
Maybe you've eaten cheese puffs for lunch every day for years weeks and the orange finger tips and smears on your book pages don't bother you any more.
Maybe you have five unopened packs of black- already sharpened- Ticonderoga-the best pencil in the world, hidden in your desk. And you want more.
What if your collection of "I've been there magnets" has outgrown every metal surface in your kitchen?
Or you might have stacks of 4 x 6 unruled index cards (not 3 x 5 ruled-NO!) near you at all times so that you can write grocery lists and assignments and math/science cards and labels.
That might all be weird.
