Daily 5 - Day 112

Today's Daily "5":

1. A full (or nearly full, not quite certain) moon peeking at me as I drove through the dark, to and from work, bookending the day and stirring emotions
2. Romans 8
3. Philippians 1
4. Realizing that in working on memorizing portions of scripture I'm hearing them so many times that my heart cannot help but meditate on them, and begin to hear God speaking clearly within them to the things I'm pondering or wrestling with
5. Frittata for dinner - and not having to cook
6. Getting the last renewal for the year out the door at work
7. the prayers of Walter Bruggemann in "Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth"
8. enjoying the writing on some of my favorite blogs
9. clean water. I love drinking water. I think I forget sometimes to be grateful to live in a place with fresh and drinkable water. A place where the water from the tap is perfectly fine and won't make me sick.
10. peanut m&m's - a handful or two a day really is making me smile lately.
    

Full Moon

I started and ended my day driving in the dark. Because that's what you get this time of year. Lots of dark. It makes me grateful that I don't live any further north than I do.

And in each direction there was a full moon (or nearly full).

This morning it hung bright, white, glowing in the Western sky. Somehow full of promise.

Tonight it hung low, yellow, and reflective in the Eastern sky.

Tonight the moon seemed strangely full of wisdom, of knowing, as it hung there, and I wanted to cry a little as I stared at it and pondered some of the stranger events of my day.

Tonight it reminded me of people and things and moments. Of people I love. Of people I wish could know love. Of a tiny, stinging moment of brokenness in the midst of the day.

Tonight it stirred regrets and prayers.

This morning it stirred prayers too, but not the kind laced with longing regrets.

Tonight, as I watched the moon and drove, the tears sat just below the surface, waiting to fall.

Crazy Days (Redux)

I am surviving.

And even kind of smiling.

We finished a major annual project today, by about noon. We'd really expected it to drag into tomorrow.

Onto the next projects. (There are several.)

It was nice to actually be thanked for our contributions, especially since our department most definitely pitched in more than usual for something that is definitely not really ours to do.

And now I'm exhausted, and pondering.

The adrenaline is fading.

And I'm starting to re-realize the "weird intercessor space" that I started the day in.

And once again I'm waiting and pondering and praying.

Pondering a moment that stung.

Pondering the people who rest heavy on my heart today.

Thinking gratefully that someone at least paused to say thanks.

Feeling the pull of Advent, the movement towards birth.

And I move, oh so slowly, forward.

Crazy Days

Today will be one of the busiest days of the year at the office.

It sort of figures that the busiest day would come on a day when I am also in "weird intercessor space".

So, I'm going to spend most of the day weighing envelopes, and while I'm doing that relatively mindless task, I'll be thinking and pondering and praying.

Because, as someone once said, "that's how I roll."

At least I managed to remember to bring my lunch with me today.

Now, if I can only get warm, we'll be in business.

I'm pondering Philippians 1, and Romans 8, and praying for the concerns of several.

For friends whose mom begins chemotherapy this week, diagnosed with an extremely rare cancer where the goal is simply to give her as much time remaining as possible.

For another friend who climbs on a plane today, headed from the school she attends at a church in California to Rwanda, for a few weeks of ministry there.

And for so many others whom my heart knows and loves.

I'm praying and working. Seems like a good combination.