It's one of those contemplative days. The kind where you're tired, but your mind is filled with things that need a sharper mind. Things that range from heavy subjects to ridiculously light subjects.
I have a weekly Bible study. We get together, have a meal, and then study. We've been on Acts the last few weeks. The last chapter was talking about Peter. His shadow would fall on people, and they were healed.
The leaders were angry because of the signs and wonders happening. They had the apostles jailed and flogged. These men were freed and rejoiced because they were worthy of being disgraced for just speaking Jesus's name.
I'm a glass half empty sort of gal. If the shoe is going to drop, it won't be one; it'll be every single pair in the closet.
Jesus knew what my faults, my attitude, everything that makes me unworthy. And yet, He knew me in the womb and still loves me. He still died for me. He knew I'd find it hard to rejoice in suffering.
He still died for me.
Sometimes, the heaviness of the world pushes in on me, squeezing my soul like grapes in a press. But I know the winemaker, and He knows me.
I have no idea why I shared all that. It was just what I've been thinking about, without even knowing I was. Does that make sense? I'm troubled in my spirit, not knowing the exact words of why. Then they hit, and I know it was this moment and not a minute sooner than the words came.
Hopefully, this time next week, I'm celebrating finishing the book I'm writing. You all have a good weekend and a blessed week.
We had snow this past week. Lots of it too. I love it when it snows. The quiet because everyone is inside. How the sky looks pink and blue. I call it snow sky. You know it's coming and that it's going to blanket the whole place. The grease stains in your driveway, all the leaves that have fallen since it turned cold--the ones you haven't raked up yet, and it takes the mundane and gives it a fantasy type feel. My daughter was thrilled because she got to make a Godzilla snowman.
Plus, the crisp air. The chance to use a fireplace if you have one. It's just pretty. We don't get these snow days often, but I sure enjoy it when we do.
Those pictures of the sky were the day after it snowed, and it was past nine at night. The reflection off the powder created that. Neat, right? It looked so odd, knowing it was supposed to be pitch black by then, but no, it was so light.
Okay, I'll go. I'm more than a quarter of the way through the next Guardian Group book. I hope to finish it by the 29th to have it to my editor before my birthday. (I'm at least going to try very hard.)
I've tried to write a note several times now, and it's just not happening.
Instead, I'm going to speak a blessing.
May this year bring you joy, peace, strength, happiness, success, and love.
May your heart find quiet whatever storms may come.
Peace, love, and joy, to you and yours.