What a day....Sunday's are so recharging. I enjoyed service this morning. Met up with a lovely lady and had a great afternoon after service chatting at the chicken dinner for World Services. So nice to be able to do a good deed and enjoy the company along the way. We discussed a lot of issues concerning health and the hidden dangers in products. I had to get home to make some packets of soup that I sell so that I could get it delivered. I make a special soup mix that has a warm and endearing saying on it about friendship that I sell at a show I do and it turned out to be a really big hit. It makes a huge dutch pot of soup for one and secondly, it is delicious and thirdly, the sweet saying that I wrote sells it to give as gifts. But usually anyone who buys it and makes it once has repeatedly come back and bought 6-12 packages. I cannot even begin to tell you how many 100's of packages I sell. o yesterday I completed another order. Which brings me to today's word. HOMEMADE. How important is that word to you? It seems that everyone is in such a hurry these days. There is so much pressure to just grab something, that no one indulges that much anymore in the pleasures of making anything HOMEMADE anymore. Becomes we have become so accustomed to running out and buying whatever we want...it seems that the HOMEMADE is becoming passe. I love to make HOMEMADE soup and bread...I mean really....the smell of the bread baking and the soup simmering on the stovetop....nothing is comparable. The beautiful treasures that someone makes. When I look at something my mom or my grandmother made for me...my heart is just filled with joy as I run my fingers over the item. Thinking that their fingers touched that piece. that their heart is right there in my hands. That their love is magically transforms into a material item that I can have as a reminder forever!! It amazes me when I go to a thrift stores to see all the HANDMADE treasures there! The other day I bought the most gorgeous HOMEMADE, hand painted porcelain sugar bowls you would ever want to see. One is painted in violets....Grandma's favorite, and the other has handpainted daisies...my daughters favorite. Gold edged and spectacular...I paid only 2 dollars for each. All I could think about was the person who must have put hours and hours of love and dedication into them. Well....I hope that their spirit knows that they will now be well appreciated. Treasures are not always bought with money....treasures are bought with our hearts. I hope that the next time you have a few moments available...you will choose to make something HOMEMADE. Give it your all. Give it your heart....and then receive the joy that doing HOMEMADE can give.
Quote for the day:
HAPPINESS IS HOMEMADE