awake—Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Morning and Evening (2 January, Morning: "The Need for Prayer")
One of the rhythms of my life is that, no matter what else happens, Sunday pulls me outside myself, into a world of others and (when I am not so stiff-necked as to miss it) the presence of God. That's a grace. Though I'd say I'm good at maintaining perspective on most things, there are bits of my story that swallow me up when I spend too much time looking into the abyss. I need to wake up from the dreams where I am falling, and Sunday usually does just that.
Hopefully on the tail end of being a bit sick, something I probably could have shaken off with a little effort. Brooding and wallowing aren't good for the immune system.
Looking forward to 2005, another year I never thought I'd write on a check (and I haven't yet). Not much thought to resolutions; my resolve hasn't been so strong of late. Regardless, it's a good thing to live intentionally rather than by default, so maybe it's worth some consideration.
