Rest and Nephews

My brain is full of thoughts.

I don't feel like writing so much, but, typically just before writing, I don't feel like it.

When I was little, my mom would tell me to go do something that I enjoy; swimming was a frequent example. She tell me to get in the pool; I'd whine about how I didn't want to go swimming. Finally, she just command me to get in the pool. I would then stay in the pool longer than everybody else because I really do love swimming.

I don't know if it's just a handful of things or if it's most things in my life. Regrettably, writing is similar: in my mind, I whine about writing until I plain force myself. Then it's super enjoyable. I'm getting better at marching through that weird barrier.

In my lazy heart of hearts, I'd rather be napping, drinking water, or maybe going for a walk.

My eyes feel dry.

I am in need of rest—physical rest is included of course, but really, concerning physical stuff, I just need to exercise more and eat healthier.

I am also in need of emotional rest and spiritual rest which mainly indicates that I need to drink God's Word and entrust my life to His plan. Otherwise I do all this kind of crazy worrying about big things, normal things, and trivial things.

So many worries. So silly. And the pattern is obvious: when I read His Word and pray, things are pretty chill, pretty bright. When I mamby-pamby about and only read other things or just don't read at all, the worry starts creeping in like flies, one at a time. The first fly is hardly an issue, just a vague nuisance every few minutes. Two flies make just a gradual increase. Eventually, via my lethargy, there are like 10 or 15 metaphorical flies buzzing about, keeping me from being focused and making me irritable. That's what it's like when I don't read the Word.

In other news, Jesse, one of my many nephews, is still plodding along. He has a large docket of medical issues. Prayers for him would be much appreciated.

Despite his medical misfortunes, he's one of the happiest babies I've met: always cooing, bubbling, gurgling, smiling, laughing, giggling.

As far as the doctors can tell, he's deaf, so noises don't bother him. He responds ever so attentively to motions, especially hand motions. Aaron and Miriam (Jesse's parents) are learning sign language. I know the alphabet and a few words. Regardless, when you do hand motions in front of Jesse, his focus sharpens remarkably.

Pray for Jesse.

In other other news, I should switch over to Meadowvale.

Toodle pip.

Ooh rah.