refreshed—Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest (23 November, "The Distraction of Contempt")
This really made me think. There's lots for me to work on here.
Less time at home today than I would otherwise choose. After church, I'm off to Hillcrest Presbyterian for Eddie's ordination, with dinner to follow. Want to fan the flames of a celebrative spirit rather than simply being selfish with my time (as I usually am). This is a great day for him and I'm honored to be invited to join him in it.
Phil has a Sidekick now, as does Tonto. The amount of trouble I could get myself into boggles the mind.
There have been moving trucks— big ones— hauling things out of the church building next to my apartment. It's a gorgeous old stone structure that's recently served home to an architecture firm. I've regularly prayed that it would be delivered to my church; its size, atmosphere, and location seem perfect for us. Will need to make some calls come Monday and see what's cooking. My heart leaps at the thought of the cross atop its spire meaning something again.
Who should I invest time with this week?
