—Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest (22 February, "The Discipline of Spiritual Perseverance")
Sleep after my last entry was good but full of dreams born of anxiety and insecurity. They're things I can bring to God now that I'm awake, and that's a blessing. Every Bogeyman I can evict from the closet or under the bed is a step closer to being authentically myself with Him and with others.
Opted not to go to worship services this morning; it's so extremely rare that I have the freedom to be quiet rather than working on Sunday morning (it's probably been nearly two years, as far as I can recall). Sipping a cup of the Fats Waller blend I brought here from my dear Victrola. Feels like a bit of home, and I am missing my beloved city more and more.
Today is my nephews's bona fide third birthday, although he celebrated yesterday with an open house for neighborhood kids. Going to miss him and the girls when I go tomorrow, which makes me more resolved to pursue this as an annual tradition.
As Lent grows ever closer (of this I am deeply aware), I'm leaning toward having a fixed bedtime throughout the season. This may be my primary sacrifice, though I'm also interested in working on a more comprehensive plan for physical health. The latter seems best viewed as larger than this season. I've reengaged Richard Foster's Celebration of Discipline as a framework for building my spiritual discipline.
Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.