Preventing Grace
The weather is cooler and I am gradually emerging from my funk. Today was downright chilly. I pulled a blanket over my expanding girth for my mid afternoon nap. I am so grateful even for just one day of cool, but it looks like tomorrow and the next day will be rain. So I praise and thank, as it were, the Lord.
And the cool is giving me a chance to think and reflect.
One such reflection is about Emma’s recent adventures in dancing, which you can read about here.
Other things are mulling around in my head and hopefully will formulate themselves into posts as the hours, more likely days, go by.
For one thing, I am, in a vague way, trying to put words to answer Susan’s questions about the Eucharist (technicality: don’t know why all the comments don’t show up unless you click on the full post, hmmm). For another, I’ve been thinking about terrorism and Islam, and this ridiculous Episcopal priest who appears to be confused about a number of things, the creed being one of them. And for another, I’ve been directing my thoughts back to the Atrium, and the spiritual life of the child, and what draws and sustains a child’s relationship with God. I was giving a brief tour of my atrium this weekend and was asked, ‘You light candles? In here?’ and it hit me like a brick that yes, we do. We light loads of candles, and put them out and light them again. So, I am thinking about all these things, and wondering in a vague way where some paper or other I wrote in college is. It occurs to me that it was very badly written, and that the professor must have been a real drip to give me an A, which she did, and that I ought to go back and work it over and fix it. Just because. But instead of doing that, I will fold laundry, because if I don’t do it now, before I go to sleep, all will be lost. ALL.
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