I just decided that more than anything else right now, even than the big summer plans I've been hatching, I want to read a book and finish the darn thing!
I picked up a copy of this and took it halfway to bed, then put it down and went back to the bookshelf because that sounded better. After repeating this too many times I opened the book I wanted to read before I set about crawling back to my bed. This one was Oswald Chambers biography. I almost didn't pick it up in the first place because I thought I was in the mood for something with more energy or entertainment value. I did pick it up. I opened it and realized that I had read it up to page 82. I thought I had a good chance of finishing it so I took it back and made it all the way. As I opened it in the warm light of my bedside lamp the rush of memory flooded in. Now I'm losing my composer and getting my keyboard wet. I was reading this very book the night before I went hiking that Semptember Saturday..................................I remember how hard I was trying to read a chapter a night no matter how late I got in from being as college as legit college gets or how early I had to get up to make coffee before I left. I remember vaguely making head-way in the book as well as in establishing again the simple practice of enjoying a good book while quieting my mind of the dreams of tomorrow (which really did pull a lot of weight and still do, much more than the worries of the day). It's interesting that I would find this tonight. I watched the picture Garden State for the first time tonight. It's a story of a young man who finally finds himself and strength to be himself with a thorough washing away of his old facade. I don't have a direct comparison at all, but the film made me think a lot about the things I like about myself and the things about me that not only honor God but bring Him joy. I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd try reading.
I don't know what else there is to be said other than the hour is late.
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