"It's just a house."
Says Mr. Fredricksen to Russell as they watch his house fall beneath the clouds in Up.
Conversations that have engrossed my mind, that started early in the morning and gone on late into the night over some days' time, have been on my mind. That and the millions of other insights that appear, reappear, clash, and fight in my head over the span of this week. Needless to say, I'm still mulling over them. All of them.
Cooking always seems to be the default when it comes to these times of intense thought. Herbed mashed potatoes, failed risotto turned fried rice, another batch of fried rice, brownies, the whole dumpling process (flour, meat, and all), short ribs, napa cabbage galore, etc. etc. were all products of the process.
Mr. Fredricksen's house was the last thing of livelihood for him, but he realized that there are more important things. Much more important. I've lost count the many times I've been reading/reminded of Jesus' teaching for us in Matthew 6:25-33.
Lord, I'm listening. Help me continue finding Your kingdom and righteousness.
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