Everything I've been doing today has been in a hurry, and even though it has been a good morning, I can't get over feeling rushed.
There are just a couple of minutes now to spare before I pick up Izzy from Bible Drill practice and I clicked onto the computer to check emails and read my friends' Tuesday daybooks. I can close my eyes and imagine them running their households by their words and I feel some much needed adult company. Weird, I know.
While I was very quickly scanning, my friend Jennifer's words to ponder caught my eye and made me pause and take a deep breath. This is them.
Words that I am pondering ... I'll just keep last week's words ... they bear repeating, I think.
"Does my life exhibit enough hope for someone to ask the reason for it? Maybe worse than not having a good answer is the possibility that no one even notices enough difference in my life to ask me about it." (See 1 Peter 3:15)
Wow. I remember thinking Wow to them last week when I read them, but then they got caught in the clutter of my mind and forgotten.
Not this week. Not again. They are now hanging, along with another of my favorite, on the front door leading outside my home into the world.
Dear Father . . .
