Busy Hands Are Happy Hands

Wherever I heard such a thing as "Busy hands are happy hands," it stuck with me. I'll probably be hearing it in my head until the day I die.

We had 50 AA people crushed into our house on a stormy Saturday afternoon, heard a lot of laughter, fed them all and sent them away happy. I'm not sure why they all came out in the storm. Maybe my hubby's six different cakes and desserts brought them out. Maybe they just like us!

The day began with blogging, and then prayer. I think God forgives me for doing the blogging first. He sure did bless this day. Everyone traveled on five miles of rain-swept highway to get here, and they did it safely. They blew through two hams, gallons of potato salad, a vat of candied yams and all the cakes.

For a while, it was like the loaves and fishes being multiplied around this house. The feeding of the 5,000 went beautifully!

Sometimes I find myself looking only at the grunt work in front of me, and not at the pleasures before me. I was doing that for a minute this morning, with a complaining spirit about the rain.

Then I caught myself doing it. For pete's sake, we're having a drought here. What could be better than rain? What could be better than rain and fellowship? Turn that complaining spirit off.

So I have had my hands full all week, first writing my little fingers to the bone (hah!) for my local magazine, then doing the household preparations for feeding 50. My busy hands stayed happy, despite myself at times.

My fat dogs took up all the remaining floor space and begged ham off everyone. They're beagles, but they're overfed, so they look like Texas beagles. Lily is the youngest. I posted her photo at the top of the blog on the left. Then there's her mom and dad, Roxy and Riley. That's Riley at top right.

What's better than good dogs, good friends, and rain when we needed it? At this point, that's all I need to feel very blessed.

We all went to bed happy.