I try to write the books I would love to come upon, that are honest, concerned with real lives, human hearts, spiritual transformation, families, secrets, wonder, craziness—and that can make me laugh. When I am reading a book like this, I feel rich and profoundly relieved to be in the presence of someone who will share the truth with me, and throw the lights on a little, and I try to write these kinds of books. Books, for me, are medicine.
Anne Lamott
in the face of my to do list
Ockham’s Razor?
The most effective way to do it, is to do it. – Amelia Earhart
Yeah. Nike was right.
“continue praying”
Oh boy. In the entertaining angels department, I just had a delightful little exchange with an elderly blind woman sitting quietly waiting on…I dunno. I don’t know where she came from or who she’s with…she’s just sitting outside my door. Waiting.
I went to pitch a few things into the shredder so I greeted her as I passed. I admit, the greeting was not very enthusiastic or even personal…just something that I tossed out from habit rather than conviction.
Shame on me.
So out the greeting goes, “How are you.” Not a question, just a statement released into the air.
“I’m blessed.”
It jolted me, as I was already 5 steps away from her when I heard it, and 10 when I processed it.
I turned around and went back to the woman, and I spoke again. She put out her hand to hold mine as we spoke, and I apologized for not hearing her. She told me that she hadn’t spoken.
O.o
I told her that I was sure she had spoken to me, and she asked what she said, to which I replied, “I’m blessed.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is when it got interesting. She nodded, as if agreeing with the statement, and then shook her head no, “It must have been the Holy Spirit.” Satisfied with herself, she waved me away, saying, “Continue praying.”
Dude. I don’t even know.