There are mornings when you wake up and everything is right. Oh to wake as I did this morning, every morning!
Church= fabulous! I am constantly surprised by the commitment to God, truth and others that this place exudes. I am thankful to have found a place to call a church home.
On the way home from church we have this new tradition that I love...over to the Hawthorne Powell's to either pick up preordered books or to simply browse and revel in the immensity of the written word available to my eager fingers. Then next door to the closest I will come to an Italian market this side of Italy. Josh fell in love with it because he adores pasta, and they have homemade pasta with the most delicious sauces...today's pick was an interesting one: tomatoes, onions, pine nuts, currants, vinegar, chocolate (no really), and some other things. While we browse for lunch I get Italian espresso and on our way home singing loudly seems to be a theme. A glass of wine, pasta, Josh and an episode of FlashForward...perfection!
I did nothing for school this weekend, and after lunch I watched Josh finish the tree at his house, took a nap, ate pizza and literally left the couch maybe 3 times tops...perfection again. I don't often understand life or how it comes to be, but I'm exceptionally thankful.
Thoughts today courtesy of the great mind of Madeline L'Engle:
As we move into Advent we are called to listen, something we seldom take time to
in this frenetic world of over-activity. But waiting for birth, waiting for death-
these are the listening times, when the normal distractions of life have lost their
power to take away from God's call to center in Christ.
Once again, as happened during the past nearly two thousand years, predictions are
being made of the time of this Second Coming, which, Jesus emphasized, "even the
in heaven do not know." But we as human creatures, who are "a little lower than the
angels" too frequently try to set ourselves above them with our predictions and our
arrogant assumption of knowledge with God hid even from the angels.
in this frenetic world of over-activity. But waiting for birth, waiting for death-
these are the listening times, when the normal distractions of life have lost their
power to take away from God's call to center in Christ.
Once again, as happened during the past nearly two thousand years, predictions are
being made of the time of this Second Coming, which, Jesus emphasized, "even the
in heaven do not know." But we as human creatures, who are "a little lower than the
angels" too frequently try to set ourselves above them with our predictions and our
arrogant assumption of knowledge with God hid even from the angels.
Advent is not a time to declare, but to listen, to listen
to whatever God may want to tell us through the singing
of the stars, the quickening of a baby, the gallantry
of a dying man.
Listen. Quietly. Humbly. Without arrogance.
to whatever God may want to tell us through the singing
of the stars, the quickening of a baby, the gallantry
of a dying man.
Listen. Quietly. Humbly. Without arrogance.
