There are times when it's easy for me to process, to write, to express, to know. Right now isn't one of those times.
I've been bogged with work (think 50hrs this week).
My bed is on hold while I finish my dresser. Working with my hands has grounded me, and I've needed it. Lots of sanding. And more sanding. And drilling. And sanding.
I'm reading "Shadow of the Almighty" a biography of Jim Elliot by his wife, Elisabeth. It's not well written so I've read it slowly but nonetheless it's been effective. It makes me feel like I haven't done much with my faith but has been inspirational as well. (Brief history of Jim Elliot: from OR, went to Wheaton in Chicago, was a missionary in Equador, he and four others were murdered by a tribe there in 1956. He was 28. Kinda become lionized.)
Late last night I was driving home and hit a low patch that had filled in with fog. Driving in fog is backward in a way: in order to see any distance, you must turn your lights down. When the path is clear, lights up and out to see as far as possible; when it's foggy, lights dimmer and down to focus on the next few feet. I don't know if it particularly applies to my present tense, but I've known those foggy times when to plan up and out is too much; the next two steps are more than enough.
My brother got married on Saturday. If you know the whole background, then that statement is friggin' hilarious. If you don't, ask and I'll tell ya.
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