SoCal has been very windy today. This in and of itself is of no real consequence--unless, like my friend CC, you had your fence knocked down. It was actually something in chapel today that started me thinking about it. Someone mentioned how great it was that the air was scrubbed clean. Then I heard about CC's fence, and remembered something else the speaker said in chapel. Sometimes God's grace is gentle and winsome--you know the kindness that draws us to repentance. Other times God's grace is like the guy chasing the ball carrier to the endzone--it tackles you and slams your face into the muddy grass. Kinda like the wind. The wind cleans the air, it cools or warms, it makes the trees dance... but the wind also knocks down fences and power lines, and rips roofs right off of houses.

Makes me wonder what Jesus meant when he said that those who are born of the Spirit ('wind in both Hebrew and Greek) are like the wind. Also gives reason to ponder on what the Spirit is like.

Well, I'm back. So much for getting out before the sun. Wouldn't you know it--the night before the first day back at work after the holiday and I am blessed with an awesome bout of insomnia. Maybe tomorrow.

Well, it has finally come. Tomorrow is the day when I leave the house to catch a bus before the sun shows its bright yellow face to the world. I'm kinda ready...

Another fascinating installment... I actually got up a 7:30 this morning. Definite progress. Still not ready for regular time.

Well, four more days of vacation. Time to start working on that sleep schedule. I set my alarm for 8:00 this morning--ugh! Must adapt to 5:30 am by Monday morning...