Less than an hour before dark, and I see the sun gilding the trees in the back yard. After an overcast and rain on-and-off day. Tomorrow will be nice - the air feels drier already!
The fireflies are out!
Something dawned on me just lately: when it gets humid I can hardly function, and have to almost force myself to do things. Today, I wanted to clean the tiled walls in the bathroom, which needed more than wiping off the dust. I quickly did it almost right after I got up, before it got warm, before it reached that tipping point. Why does it take us so long to figure these things out?
"The life of a Christian is a prayer. We are like diamonds, shining in many different ways. Each facet has been polished by God. Our very being renders glory to him. The simple fact that we are baptized in the death and resurrection of Christ is enough to make us a prayer. Sweeping, washing, cleaning, serving our families in small ways - all this is prayer."
- Catherine de Hueck Doherty
I like my quiet times in the morning, with my prayer book, my Bible, my rosary and the birdsong. But I don't want to be so rigid that I can't see a better way in different seasons.
"Studying is a prayer, if this is what we are supposed to be doing. Being sick is a prayer; being healthy is a prayer. I can't imagine any aspect of a Christian life that is not a facet of this sparkling diamond...."
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