Whew…got ahold of some old v8 juice late Wednesday and it fermented in my tummy overnight…as you might imagine, Thursday was an explosive day and just feeling better today. Moral of the story is listen to Jill when she tells you not to drink something that was opened (several) weeks ago (tummy rumbling). But now, God has blessed me with peaches…surely the forbidden fruit that God designed for himself (sorry apple loves, but the Bible doesn’t identify the fruit)! And when it comes to peaches, Southern Illinois peaches are tops…makes me think the Garden of Eden might be closer than most think. Tuesday afternoon on our way back from the mission trip at Cobden, I broke my first and most important rule (to never, NEVER go shopping on a mission trip) and I took the group shopping at Flamm Orchards. Kind of a tradition now, something the Sesser bunch started. What a treat…I had a peach sundae, half-peck of peaches, and a treat fit for royalty alone: peach salsa! This evening as my tummy echos with rumbles from yesterday and the girls (all three) are couped up inside because of the rain, searching for that proverbial line to cross, God has allowed me to escape to paradise with a bowl of peach salsa and chips. Oh yeah! God is so good…all the time!
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