Scripture standout: Ps 86: "11 Teach me your way, LORD,
that I may rely on your faithfulness;
give me an undivided heart,
that I may fear your name."
Morning thoughts: And God, while you're at it, could you give me an undivided mind? This is a big weekend — I'm on deadline and still have about a million things to write, we'll have extra company at the house and so on and so on and so on. It's one of those times when there is so much to do, that it seems nearly impossible to do any of it. I decided yesterday that I was just going to lean into God and let him carry me through this...kind of like those crazy Swiffer commercials. Have you seen them? The ones where "Dust" and "Dirt" get swept off their feet by the amazing mop that has forgotten them in the past?
It's hard when your mind is racing in different direction and your heart wants to focus on each one, carefully and productively. That's me today. But I am going to make every attempt to be like that Dirt until the weekend is over.
His Deed/The Day: It's so funny how things work in kid-land. We've removed Ben and Marley from the equation here at the house. We've inserted two sweet, respectful Afghan boys to the mix. And still the same scenarios play out here at 3964 Barcelona Avenue. This afternoon, I was talking to a friend at the stove and Quodrat slides into the kitchen, all sweaty and smiling, with Amelia and Oliver our neighbor friends from across the street. As if it's scripted, they all approach the "kid cup cabinet," grab three glasses, punch them into the fridge ice dispense and slam their cups into the water spout. Slug. Slug. Slug. Wipe brows. Laugh. Leave. Kids are kids — whether they've lived here 11 years or 3 weeks.
Today's deed to help a friend make dinner for another friend who is gravely ill. There's nothing more I can say about that, other than it makes me sad to know what her family is facing.
Meanwhile, I hear shrieks of laughter and hoots from outside. Life is precious.
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