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Finding reflection on Sunday with random musings…

Sundays are a time for rest and reflection. They are also a time I choose to write. I could work on my novel. I could work on a short story or flash fiction story that has been nudging at me, but instead, I have a few random thoughts.

Mary makes things happen. John 2: 1-5 is a perfect example of a mother seeing what needs to happen and ignoring her son when he basically says, “let it go.” It made me wonder did Jesus shake his head when his mother ignored him and told the servants to do what Jesus said? Maybe Jesus even rolled his eyes a little?

(The above example was inspired by a conversation with an IT guy. We talked about how no one is perfect, except for the man who walked on water. Although, Jesus was scolded by his mother once.)

Why is a brand called Drunk Elephant? Where did they come up with this? Were they on safari and saw an elephant sway back and forth and said, “let’s make a beauty brand and call it Drunk Elephant!”

(I happen to like Drunk Elephant products, but I could never figure out why the name.)

Watching Patrick Mahomes start to run out of bounds, slow down, and then flop dramatically when the defender touches him. The ref did not fall for the drama. It made me wonder, do you not trust the talent of your team enough that you have to draw a call from the ref? It’s one thing to draw players off side, but to make an obvious fall?

(Yesterday’s game continues to tarnish the Chief’s reputation. There’s plenty of articles about how the NFL is rigged and the Chiefs are paying the refs. Consipracy theories abound.

Finally, how is it that it’s 32 degrees in Alaska, but it’s 9 in Nebraska, and it feels like -5.

(Canadian cold front, the weathermen tell me. Thanks Canada. I understand now why people move to Florida for the winter.)

What are you pondering today?

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Born and raised in Nebraska, Merry Muhsman is a fantasy writer, a nonfiction writer, and a flash fiction writer. Merry lives on a farm with her husband and son, a dog and lots of cats.

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