:: Coffee and mascara. I love them both. I have a hard time feeling truly awake when I’m lacking either. And lest I sound high-maintenance, I’d like to also say that they are pretty much all I need to feel awake. Coffee=breakfast. Mascara=make up. That’s it. That’s all.
:: While I was busy putting out garbage, Jameson found the cell phone. I could tell, because suddenly I heard a woman’s voice on a phone. I hurried over to see whose number he’d managed to dial (my sister in law? Lore?), and as I approached, heard, “This is 911 Emergency. May I help you?” Oh, dear! How on earth?? I apologized profusely, hung up, and thought, that’s it. I’ve entered the world of true parenting, where anything — anything — can happen the minute you turn your back.
:: This morning I wrote in my journal about the challenge to maintain zeal, as commanded in Romans 12:11 — “Be fervent [zealous] in spirit…” I’ve written this before, but the notion that zeal is for teenagers, and cool and calm wisdom is for adults is just hogwash. Zeal is supposed to be married to wisdom, but never left behind. And I need zeal.
With these thoughts in my head and heart, I read my mom’s entry for the day: Without sacrifice, there is no fire.
As with all other things, zeal cannot be “put on.” You can’t do zeal. The fire-in-your-bones sort of passion is a by-product of dying to yourself, of offering a living sacrifice, of choosing Him and His ways — daily.
So Lord, help me today to make choices that enthrone You.
Let love for You consume me
Let passion burn like fire in my soul
Let zeal for You consume me
Be my all —
Be my all.