PSALM 84

Today has been such a full day! As I began to reflect for a Facebook post I realized that it was blog worthy. Considering the weight of yesterday evening, the day promised to be dismal. There were responsibilities making demands on all sides. Yet, my morning flowed and I knocked out some necessary tasks, one I should have completed in July. That's a story for another blog. Anyway before 11:30, a productive sun shiny day was careening downhill. My manager had used a tone with me, concerning doing a job that should have been done by him the night before, that was barely fitting for a dog. Somehow my Colossians 3:15 had jumped out of the window, and I was strapping on my walking boots. I was ready with my teacher voice and everything "excuse me you will not speak to me that way, not today!" I was calm on the outside and boiling on the inside. Gone were the victories of yesterday's Hindi lesson, or the simple conversation about him and his wife's different r...

I was sleeping. My nose itched and out it popped. Then I was up and the song Johnny & Donna floated through my head..... I was sleeping and then- about one night a month, that is exactly what happens! Of course I am not referring to sleep but rather to the self removal of my nose ring. Since I am sleeping I am unaware of what happens first, the movement of the ring or the itch of my nose. All I know is that with the nose ring out, I have no choice but to get up.  You see the moment that there is a disturbance with the symbol of my relationship, I'm on it. I know that each second of delay in addressing the problem actually adds to the pain and blood to be experienced in the remediation process. For some reason my nose hole begins to close as soon as the ring pops out. This makes replacing the ring inside of my nose quite the delicate adventure as I have to search for the hole amongst the piercing brightness of much too early bathroom lights. But I pray and pro...

-bible -planner -wallet -laptop -ipad -phone charger -phone In hindsight I would have grabbed some of my journals.  Recently in my reading for school I was struck by a period in church history in which people did not know how to regard the Holy Spirit. The people often viewed Him as the lesser part of the Trinity. I too, could see myself as guilty. I would hear a prompting and debate, discuss, ponder, forget, and maybe on a good day obey. However, would I treat Jesus in such a manner? Or God the Father, if He manifested, perhaps in a burning bush? I would hope not!  So lately I have been trying to be more sensitive to the urgings of the Holy Spirit and immediately responsive .  Wednesday afternoon the prompting was to go to sleep. Now I did wonder if I was being lazy or trying to avoid life. 7 past due assignments will do that to you! However, it was true that my studying was proving futile as I dozed after every few minutes. I took a 3 hour n...