I decided to write in red today because it is happier than standard black. Who wants to read the same old color black every day? I don't care how interesting the story is. Black makes things look like the same old thing.
Why the title? I am thankful for rest and the quantity of which I am getting today (and the days leading up to today!). I am not usually one who likes too much sleep, because it makes me feel like I'm falling behind... but I think I deserve that little slice of daily vacation to snore, dream and be at peace. The meds I am on are probably making me more tired than usual, but I guess its my new way of learning patience with myself.
As for chicken soup. It is not my favorite food. If I had to rename the book series I would name it "Pepperoni and Black Olives For the Soul: Which Crust Would You Like?" Something good to look forward to. Not a food I dread eating when I am cooped up sick with strep throat and a nose blockage.
It's Sunday today, so we went to church. I like going there. Now more than ever. I have had a new revelation come over me this week and it has been so comforting to me - moreso than anything I have ever felt. I realize that it is so much easier to live with one intention: letting God lead my life... because I am His and am here for his purpose only.
What purpose do I have in God's plan? It doesn't really matter what I am meant to do in the world for a job.... It matters that I work and that I do something satisfying to God (and hopefully to me) but it doesn't matter how much I acquire and how I rank. What a relief! We should all ask ourselves who and what we're really going after. Are we seeking God's will? Or are we chasing an invisible tale/tail and wearing ourselves out doing it?
Some great things to consider as you are in traffic or in a meeting this week or just walking the dog. I hope this has inspired you to search yourself.
More great truths to follow next Sunday! Meet us at First Evangelical Free Church in Maplewood for the Word. Everyone invited!
Ben
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