Rabid Fun

Love is …

07/22/2010

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

We show love in various ways.

For instance, a week or so ago, Ginny brought home a bouquet of flowers for me to enjoy.

Odd for a lady to give her husband flowers?

Not for us, it isn’t.

For the birthday party Saturday, she baked a separate cake for me, one without any icing because I don’t like icing; and she baked one with icing for everybody else.

Sometimes, little mundane actions speak louder than romantic, candlelight dinners and black lace negligees—although those are fun too!

Yesterday, out of love for Ginny, I drove 60 miles and visited six or eight stores looking for her brand of cigarettes. The stores where she usually buys them here in Jacksonville have stopped stocking her brand (and the Publix managers get snotty when I asked them to special order her kind—just see if I ever buy anything from one of those stores again).

However, by diligently searching yesterday, I discovered a store in Kingsland, Georgia, about 35 miles north of here, where they carry her brand.

While in Kingsland, I also chanced upon a book store I’d never visited before, The Book Cellar. As soon as I walked in the door, Sophie, the cat who owns the store, greeted me by jumping down from a top shelf and streaking toward the back.

Within minutes, Darlina, Sophie’s human servant, helped me find a Florida history book missing from my collection. And the price was indeed affordable. Later, I told Ginny about this store and we plan to visit there to spend some time soon.

Oh, the Book Cellar’s website, with more photos of Sophie, is at http://darlinasbookcellar.com/default.aspx

On my drive home along U.S.17 over miles of salt marshes at low tide, I felt overwhelmingly thankful at the goodness of the Lord Christ in letting me accomplish everything I’d scheduled for the day—that rarely happens.

Looking at the marsh teeming with living creatures of all descriptions, I admired the handiwork of God in creating with such imagination and variety. Repetition with constant variation. We are privileged to worship this High and Holy One Who holds all the created universe in the hollow of His nail-scared hand and Who yet considers our low estate.

For our devotions after dinner (a second breakfast actually, we had sausage, eggs and grits) Ginny and I read a parable which made no sense to us at all. Then we watched a video movie she likes—must be episode 3,892 of Monarch Of The Glen—till bedtime.

Hunting through strange stores, watching Scottish soap operas, of such things love is.