Friday night we ate at Popeye's. Don't judge. We even dined in and listened to zydeco. Two pieces of fried chicken, smokey red beans and rice, and a heart attack biscuit accompanied with foot-tapping washboard music: it was all a pregnant girl would ever ask for.
Saturday night, we went to a delightful engagement party, and I even went out to a bar afterwards. I figured that I don't have the baby yet, so why not? I stayed out till 12:30 AM. I am proud that my fatigue is waning. I'm cool again.
Sunday morning came early for us. We missed Sunday school, but got to church a little late. You'd think that since our church starts at 10:45, we'd be able to get there on time.
On a more serious note, we enjoyed the most beautiful service worshipping our God of amazing grace. We worshipped through song, Scripture, fellowship, and communion. We needed it. Our souls needed it and were desperate for it. God spoke to our needy little hearts.
I was so full. Everything that I was worrying about seems to be trivial when the God of the universe reminds me of His Sovereignty, Love, and Grace.
On Thursday, I had lunch with my friend, Jennifer, and she invited us to lunch after church this Sunday. So we went with full hearts over to their home. I brought biscuits and a cake. I baked an almond sheet cake earlier that morning that was alright. It wasn't my favorite, but it went well with the coffee that was served to us around 2:30.
Then 3:00 passed. Then 4:00. Then it was The SuperBowl. So we stayed for that. We were all so wrapped up in conversation, and to say that we overstayed our welcome is an understatement. We stayed at their house until 10:00 in the evening! They invited us to lunch, and we stayed till 10 PM. We are that tacky. They say that they wanted us to stay, and were so glad we did. The truth is, I didn't want to leave. I have found such a true friend in Jennifer. She says we are forever friends. I think she's right.
I just thank the Lord for prompting me to make homemade biscuits that Sunday morning at 5:30 AM. I made a big batch and enjoyed 2 while reading that morning.
And since I made so many, I brought some over to Jennifer's house for their breakfasts during the weeks to come. It's a darn good thing I did, given that we completely overstayed our welcome. But these biscuits will always redeem any tacky behavior, I can assure you. They are the best things you've ever eaten in your life. I'm so glad I know the recipe.
Here's where I would give you the recipe, but you know what? I don't want my precious recipe floating around pinterest so carelessly. "OMG! This is the best biscuit EVA'!" And while it is, I don't want any ol' gal knowing this Southern treat. So if you're my friend, like a forever friend, I'll give you the recipe. Just invite me over to your house, feed me lunch, let me stay for 9 hours, feed me dinner, then I'll give you this recipe...
Now that Monday morning is here, I tuck this weekend away as a true gift. I don't want to forget it. In the years ahead, I hope my life gives me moments of fullness like it did yesterday. I hope to always know the goodness of God, the blessing of a friendship, and the sweetness of a Southern recipe. I'd say that's probably the most important things in life.
Soooo...I'm going to campaign for this recipe! My home is yours..come visit!
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