a wondering day

        Today is Sunday, and I'm glad, because Sunday is a slowing-down day and a remembering day. I need remembering days, because I forget the most important things, like who God is. When I forget that, I take on the burden of whipping this small self into shape. That makes my days a chore and mostly a losing battle. But it isn't my job, and that's a grand relief. It's God's job, because only God can make the dead parts of me alive. Only God can create things in me that don't exist yet. And that's just what He's doing -- every, single day, He's creating me and making me more and more alive. So this morning I've been sipping my coffee and wondering --how shining will I be when I'm free of all the worries and deadness and blindness?  

"God, who gives life to the dead and calls into being that which does not exist." Rom. 4:17

"[T]he dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship. . . ." C. S. Lewis