A Dreary Friday

But it's Friday, so even the rain cannot dampen my spirits. I feel like this has been a mildly productive week, which is good. I haven't had any part time work this week, which isn't really good, but i think it's been worth it to have a lower-key week. I'm sure she'll have something for me next week when i have something planned every night but Thursday!

Found my jump drive last night--in a place i had looked for it a dozen times. Whatever. I'm just glad I found it!!!

I am posting an excerpt from the last sermon that Kyle Lake wrote, that he never got to preach. Many of you have heard of him. He's the minister that was killed when something shorted in the baptistry at his church in Texas. This was first published in Relevant magazine and is amazing, I think.

“LIVE. And live well.
BREATHE. Breathe in and breathe deeply.
Be PRESENT. Do not be past. Do not be future. Be now.
On a crystal-clear, breezy, 70-degree day, roll down the windows and FEEL the wind against your skin. Feel the warmth of the sun. If you run, then allow those first few breaths on a cool autumn day to freeze your lungs and do not just be alarmed, be ALIVE.

Get knee-deep in a novel and lose track of time. If you bike, pedal HARD… and if you crash, then crash well. Fee the satisfaction of a job well done -- a paper well-written, a project thoroughly completed, a play well-performed. If you must wipe the snot from your three-year-old’s nose, don’t be disgusted if the Kleenex didn’t catch it all… because soon he’ll be wiping his own.

If you’ve recently experienced loss, then GRIEVE. And grieve well. At the table with friends and family, LAUGH. If you’re eating and laughing at the same time, then might as well laugh until you puke. And if you eat, then SMELL. The aromas are not impediments to your day. Steak on the grill, coffee beans freshly ground, cookies in the oven. And TASTE. Taste every ounce of flavor. Taste every ounce of friendship. Taste every ounce of life. Because it is most definitely a gift.”

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