In some way it reminds me of The Diary of a Country Priest by Georges Bernanos.
Are you sure I wasn't Roman Catholic in a previous life?
Kidding. No reincarnation for me. Once is definitely enough.
There is something about certain writers. There's a quality that's missing in most literature---almost a magic. Some writers can inspire me visually, some just make me feel good inside after I put a book aside, and some cause me to appreciate the day. This one does the latter. Just walked through the untidy living room, saw the Pugs all cozied up on the sofa and said to myself, "Yes, it really is a good day."
I read an email on Saturday about a video this guy had out about how America is destined for disaster. How we need to stockpile food, ammunition, etc. Watched about 5 minutes of it and figured it wasn't good for my health to torment myself any longer. Besides, he was all about how amazing he was since he had this wonderful information to share with folks. Honestly, I don't believe the Lord would have me drink in all that heavy stuff. If I buy into it (and maybe this guy is totally on the up and up and we're headed for the brink), I'll be tormented daily, wondering if I have enough food set aside, and where we'll get our water. But on the other hand, if I trust God, I'll have peace. Easy toss-up. Doomsday apostles never set well with me anyhow.
So today we tidy the house for sweet Indian boyfriend to come to dinner. I'll borrow oldest daughter's truck and do errands---mostly for my mom. Schoolwork in the afternoon. Vacuuming and the washing of clothes. More reading. Open windows for today, and closing them tonight---expecting the thirties! Deep breaths and affection for the gift of another day.
(added to the bottom of this page the link to the blog I'm keeping about my mom's stroke---not pretty, but as it is)
