This morning I sat on the back porch, wrapped in a blanket and drinking iced coffee, and reading. I was supposed to read the first chapter of Jonah. I actually did read the first chapter of Jonah, but then I really wanted to read first John, so I did.
Chapter two was especially my favorite.
I like the parts about walking like Him and having confidence. There is something exceptionally beautiful + sweet in having a God that reassures you that you can do this and He is coming back.
We have had visitors all weekend and this week now. It is something very special + lovely, to always have people around. We are embarking on an adventure for tea today, and it is quite possible that bicycles will happen as well. In the midst of all this joy though, I am making time to pray for the important things. This morning has been very much about Saeed Abedini and his imprisonment. I'll confess with my brutal honesty that I don't always remember him and other people when I should. It is hard, it is hard to concentrate on the difficulties of people you have never and probably will never meet. See, sometimes I am selfish. Sometimes I find time for painting in the color of plum, but not praying for the people I should.
Sometimes I am a failure of a believer + human.
But it is by the grace of a carpenter that I will overcome my shortcomings and deny my selfish desires and pray.
It's mornings like this that I actually believe that of myself.
