While cleaning out the fridge last night, I found an entire cheesecake. Apparently, Katy made a cheesecake (along with pies and spoon bread) for thanksgiving. When she arrived she must have put it in the fridge until after dinner. Once we were done eating (gorging ourselves) we shoved all the leftovers all around it. I think someone thought it was Jackie's cranberry sauce and was trying to hide it. (sorry Jackie...I couldn't resist)
When I discovered it last night, the crowds (hungry relatives coming down from their carb high) went wild.
It does not mean to be in a place
where there is no noise, trouble
or hard work. It means to be in the
midst of all those things and still
be calm in your heart (with a huge piece a cheesecake in front of you).