Simple Life

What a good day today was.
Simple, but you could see beauty and God everywhere!

I woke up at 12 (the second time I've done this in my life, other than being sick) pm, cooked lunch with Daddy, read the newspaper (what do you do when you read the newspaper? These are real people and they are locked up, beat up, raped up, shaken up. All I do is talk to God about it), prayed, did 1/4 of a sudoku (which I am failing at epicly... haven't done it for too long!).
Then, I went driving with Poppa (as in, I drove and he held on with fear in his eyes and a will in his mind... just kidding I am actually good) to church, then to McCowan and Highway 7, bought two scarved for FOUR DOLLARS (it was such a good find and my dad), found the most ridiculous thong in the world (I showed my dad and we were laughing for so long), wished someone a good day.
We went to No Frills and I realized I actually love grocery shopping, especially because I don't have to pay for anything and it's food! We bought so much food, my dad has been sighing ever since and telling me he will never bring me along ever again, his wallet is empty, lalala music to my ears he loves me and I love him.

Today, the sky was brilliant and the wind was perfect, and I enjoyed my Father and my father's presences very much... I find that whenever I think about praying later something inside me seizes up, but then I actually start to pray it is better, best, good. And now, I am enjoying Jon Foreman's soothing croon.

I am glad I am spending more time at home now... the past two months I've been out and running, for softball, for VBC, for friends, for birthdays, for farewells, for Resound, for Koinonia... but now I am more rested and home more and I can relieve dad of washing vegetables, and just be with him.

Father Time, steal our time, like a thief...
Come on and resurrect me!

VBC

VBC just ended tonight, still processing this entire world.
It's a big small place, these kids and friends and food and play... and heat and cold and illness and work and lost voices... and love and growth and patience and love and love and love.

Perhaps next post.

3rd Floor Till 3am

3rd floor till 3, these talks always leave me for the better.
Moma! Popa!

God is with me, wherever I go
He watches even while I rest from the run
And pushes me along when comes the wolf
Chastising me for my careless sleep