It’s light, but there’s rain coming. I know that because I looked at the weather, but there’s a grayness to the day that promises chilliness. I guess after a weekend of sunshine, we had some rain coming. As I keep reminding my four-year-old, and she keeps reminding me back, the flowers won’t grow without rain.
For Sundays when we stay home and eat and play and do yard work and then for Mondays where we wake up rested.
So I made the menu for this week, and yesterday, it all started to change and morph. And that’s OK. I’m getting better at being flexible. 🙂
A Whole New Mind, by Daniel Pink — Very fascinating, though I’m a bit distracted by my longing for fiction (and the other book I’m really devouring)…
Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt, by Anne Rice — I’m loving this, and have devoured quite a bit of it
Around the house:
Noise from upstairs, indicating the youngest is awake.
A favorite thing:
Being outside and feeling the sunshine soaking into my skin.
Food for thought:
Suffering is certainly a mystery for everyone, especially the suffering of innocent people, but without faith in God it becomes immensely more absurd. Even the last hope of rescue is taken away. Atheism is a luxury that only those with privileged lives can afford; those who have had everything, including the possibility to dedicate themselves to study and research.