—Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Morning and Evening (26 March, Moring: "Sincere Kiss")
I am so very grateful that the sincerity of my love is crafted in His sure hands rather than by these feeble ones. I'm such a mess. So it is because of this great hope that I can ask for faithfulness from Him—that His very faithfulness will be imparted to me. Because it is not a new faithfulness I need, but the faithfulness of Christ Himself.
Time with Annette, Heather, and Nate was good as always. It brings with it the oddest sort of ambivalence—I often want to flee in advance of our time together, feeling the weight of an overfull schedule on my underfull heart. The spirit is willing (but perhaps afraid?); the flesh is weak. I wrote their prayer requests because my memory has failed me often recently, and because I have been so very poor at praying for anyone or praying at all.
It's also so good to entertain guests. Need to do this much more often.
This morning is IKEA with Anne and perhaps Nathan. My shopping list is made; I hope to return with a small table and chairs for my patio. The days keep getting more beautiful, and I'd like to spend some sunrises and sunsets in the fresh air.