I’m actually feeling the “mundane-ness” today that I wrote of fearing just yesterday. It’s just one of those days that feels uninspired. And I get that what I believe IN is not about what I feel – thank God for that – if it were, Truth would ebb and flow with my every whim and worry. But part of the problem with the mundane is that a moment of it can sometimes stretch and paw and spread itself out until it settles in as it’s own season in my life. (more…)
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[Excerpt from an old Journal entry]
I’m reading Annie Dillard this morning and, as always, she is leaving me breathless. Her words say everything. Her willingness to find her own reality in the reality of the wilderness is compelling. She tells a story in Teaching a Stone to Talk (pg. 12) of a man who shot an eagle out of the sky. When he examined the eagle he found “the dry skull of a weasel fixed by the jaws to [the eagle's] throat.” This is really a story of a weasel. She goes on to describe just how this sort of thing might happen. (more…)