Monday

Not a lot to tell you today. I continue in the vein of waiting. I made a decision last night that I will begin to act on quietly over the next while. Someday soon I'll tell you what it is, and why I made it.

Today I don't work, and I'm grateful. So I'm doing cleaning, and reading, and watching a movie or two in my basement. Oh, and dinner with a friend, to hear a God story from last week that I've been waiting to have time to sit down with her and hear.

This prayer was in my email this morning from the Moravians:

God, we are sinful and broken people, imperfect jars of clay, yet you have filled us to overflowing with your holy presence. Tune us to your will, Lord, so that through even our lives your perfect love might shine forth. Amen.

And this passage caught me last night at church (which incidentally was also full of my river/water/fire themes from the week):

When the poor and needy search for water and there is none, and their tongues are parched from thirst, then I, the Lord, will answer them. I, the God of Israel, will never abandon them. I will open up rivers for them on the high plateaus. I will give them fountains of water in the valleys. I will fill the desert with pools of water. Rivers fed by springs will flow across the parched ground. I will plant trees in the barren desert - cedar, acacia, myrtle, olive, cypress, fir, and pine. I am doing this so all who see this miracle will understand what it means - that it is the Lord who has done this, the Holy One of Israel who created it. (Isaiah 41:17-20)