Listening to middle daughter's newest CD by a group called For King & Country. Excellent music. The song called 'It's Not Over Yet' (linked) is amazing---it's raise-your-hands-in-praise music. I don't tend to do that, though, unless I'm in the car alone (or with the girls), or here in bed by myself. Feels so good, but it's more than that. More than a feeling. It's joy.
Our church, being so Traditional and liturgical, frowns on any outward display of enthusiasm. Our
priest even told me one time about having to ask a parishioner to control herself (though I think I know who he was talking about), and not raise her hands. You can tell, even now, she has a hard time not feeling her faith. Very sweet. She is controlled, though. He says it draws attention away from the service and to the person being demonstrative. I tend to sit quietly and just turn my palms up in my lap. Anything to reach up, even in my lap.
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It was a good day, though long. Got our schoolwork finished up before noon, which is unusual. I'm reading a review book called Tables in the Wilderness by Preston Yancey, who had a crisis of faith while he was in college. Honest and easy to relate to, even now. I was able to spend some quiet time in bed reading this afternoon before we had to go out and do my mom's running around. A brief nap. The window open to the breeze. Chickens muttering outside. Darn near perfect.
Might just try the same tomorrow.
