So after an absolutely wacky first week (we've all had them) with stimulus overload dripping from my ears, my brain so tightly wound that one of those lazy flies in the hallway (I haven't told you about them yet have I... oh they are hysterically slow, but no one will kill them because they don't want it to come back and bite them in another life) could have caused a melt down, and my body freaking out from lack of oxygen and an unpredictable environment, yesterday I crashed... totally, completely, exhausted.
Yet, somehow, ridiculously, unable to sleep.
This afternoon I read in Ezekiel chapter 20: I also gave them my Sabbaths to serve as a sign between Me and them, so they will know that I am the [one] who sets them apart as holy.
Sabbath. [sab-uh th] n.
a period of rest.
May we take these times consistently and with great care lest we forget who makes us holy.
I have a feeling that I will sleep well and deep tonight despite the fact that someone in this building has a Jimi Hendrix fetish... who would have guessed that he has a fan base in Lhasa?
Good night.
The harvest is here...
The kingdom is near...
Are they looking out or in?