I am deliriously walking through at least one of my days each week.
I awake thinking of napping each day, wondering why I didn't as my heads hits the pillow.
The other six days I seem to hang in there pretty good,
and striving each day
to spend some time in the Word,
to drink less coffee than the day before,
to give thanks for the here and the now.
To live each day to it's fullest.
I tire of tiring over tomorrow
draining my energy on things not worthy of my energy.
I tire of not loving others,
of bad mouthing others in my head and too often out loud.
As Lent approaches (we are on the Orthodox calendar so Easter for us will be a week behind "traditional" Easter), I wonder what needs to go in order for me to focus more readily on the cross.
What steps can we take, can I take, to focus my mind, my heart, my life on this season of sacrifice to come.
Of this working out of my salvation?
I really enjoy reading A Holy Experience and Lord willing, if printer ink will allow, we will have a Jesus Tree as a family, aiding us in this Trail to the Tree.
Well, enough said on this lazy, overcast cool Saturday.
We will not be watching the Daytona 500, instead a cup of coffee and some Downton Abbey.
Lord, may I not tire of following you this week.