Scripture: Ps 41, 52, 44; Genesis 37:1-11; 1 Corinthians 1:1-19; Mark 1:1-13
Scripture standout: Ps 41: "1 Blessed are those who have regard for the weak;
the LORD delivers them in times of trouble.
2 The LORD protects and preserves them—
they are counted among the blessed in the land—
he does not give them over to the desire of their foes."
Mark 1: "11 And a voice came from heaven: “You are my Son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased."12 At once the Spirit sent him out into the wilderness, 13 and he was in the wilderness forty days, being tempted[g] by Satan. He was with the wild animals, and angels attended him."
His Deed/The Day: Interesting to think about Lent as being "40 days in the wilderness." But reassuring to know there are angels out there with the wild animals.
Today I looked at the weather reports and told myself there was no way I was going out into the wilderness for a run. In so doing, I inadvertently anti-deeded RB, my best friend and running buddy. The morning radar confirmed my suspicions that it was going to be too rainy and wet to head out for a run. I exchanged emails with RB and hit the hay for another 30 minutes. Unfortunately, the final call-off never made it to her Mission Control. Morning eyewitnesses say they saw RB running solo this morning. The kicker? It wasn't even raining — the clouds broke for about an hour, which would have been perfect. I wonder if RB is currently interviewing for a new RB.
In addition to writing an "I suck" email, I think I will check in with my brother and see how he's doing with a big case. I know he works long hours, like REALLY long hours. I have heard this case he has now is time-consuming and heavy. I'm just going on personal experience, but doesn't it feel nice when someone else acknowledges that you have your hands full — that you're on tour with your own little one-man-band? Even when that person can't exactly help me, I feel lighter knowing someone else is aware of my juggle — that I'm not slaving away in my own personal vortex.
Deedsclosure: It's a rainy day here in Jacksonville — no better time to share a quick reflection on Rainy Day Deeding. I experience a lot of rainy days in my routine. I spend many mornings and afternoons working alone at my home office. When it's 5 p.m., and I know I'm not going to have any more run-ins with other humans outside my brood — when the deeding panic sets in — I let my fingers to do the walking. It's typing time.
Email can be a wonderful tool for communication. When coupled with a meaningful message you've been meaning to share — voila! Ya' done good! I would bet there isn't a soul out there who wouldn't get a charge from an impromptu message of gratitude, encouragement or compliment.
Potential recipients abound. Haven't seen someone in a while? Drop them a line for a little check-in. Someone do you right? Let them know how much they are appreciated. See someone looking gorgeous or doing something impressive? Give them a virtual thumbs up with a short email. Love somebody? Don't wait until Valentine's Day to tell them why. Emails take about 10 seconds to pen and can alter the course of someone's busy day. Why not?
His Deed/The Day: Interesting to think about Lent as being "40 days in the wilderness." But reassuring to know there are angels out there with the wild animals.
Today I looked at the weather reports and told myself there was no way I was going out into the wilderness for a run. In so doing, I inadvertently anti-deeded RB, my best friend and running buddy. The morning radar confirmed my suspicions that it was going to be too rainy and wet to head out for a run. I exchanged emails with RB and hit the hay for another 30 minutes. Unfortunately, the final call-off never made it to her Mission Control. Morning eyewitnesses say they saw RB running solo this morning. The kicker? It wasn't even raining — the clouds broke for about an hour, which would have been perfect. I wonder if RB is currently interviewing for a new RB.
In addition to writing an "I suck" email, I think I will check in with my brother and see how he's doing with a big case. I know he works long hours, like REALLY long hours. I have heard this case he has now is time-consuming and heavy. I'm just going on personal experience, but doesn't it feel nice when someone else acknowledges that you have your hands full — that you're on tour with your own little one-man-band? Even when that person can't exactly help me, I feel lighter knowing someone else is aware of my juggle — that I'm not slaving away in my own personal vortex.
Email can be a wonderful tool for communication. When coupled with a meaningful message you've been meaning to share — voila! Ya' done good! I would bet there isn't a soul out there who wouldn't get a charge from an impromptu message of gratitude, encouragement or compliment.
Potential recipients abound. Haven't seen someone in a while? Drop them a line for a little check-in. Someone do you right? Let them know how much they are appreciated. See someone looking gorgeous or doing something impressive? Give them a virtual thumbs up with a short email. Love somebody? Don't wait until Valentine's Day to tell them why. Emails take about 10 seconds to pen and can alter the course of someone's busy day. Why not?
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